Lyrics Константин Арбенин - Комод. Патефонная злая игла...

Chest of drawers. The gramophone malicious needle.
Typhus and icon room. Fugue.
Where have you been? When you were,
Sister of mercy, (in brackets - "girlfriend")?

Bad, squeaky, flat firmament.
The bed, on which everything is conceived at once:
Magi and desires, hunger and death,
Friends and enemies, sons and grandchildren.

And the smell of bugs, like the smell of perfume.
Poor clothes, primuses, elephants.
A bass chord of disharmonious furs,
Armchair in wrinkles, poems and fans ...

A year of nameless, timeless age ...
War is not war, but it is melancholy and blizzard.
And there, under the glass, a young man,
And still a girl (In brackets - "girlfriend") ...