Lyrics Птицами - холмы

Together they loved
     to sit on a hillside.
     From there they were seen by him
     church, gardens, prison.
     From there they could see
     overgrown with grass.
     Having thrown sandals in the sand,
     they sat together.

     Hands embracing his knees,
     they looked into the clouds.
     Below the movie cripples
     waited for the truck.
     Flickered on the bankside
     near the bush bricks.
     Above the pink spire of the bank
     the crow curled, screaming.

     Cars were driving in the center
     to the bath on three bridges.
     The bell rang in the church:
     an electrician was married there.
     And here on the hill it was quiet,
     the wind refreshed them.
     There was no whistle, no shouting.
     Only the mosquito was chewing.

     The grass was dented there,
     where they always sat.
     Everywhere black spots -
     left their food.
     Cows are always this place
     wiped your tongue.
     Everyone knew this,
     but they did not know about that.

     Cigarettes, match and fork
     were covered with sand.
     The bottle was black in the distance,
     discarded by a toe.
     Having heard hardly mumbling,
     they went down to the bushes
     and dispersed in silence -
     as they were sitting there.

        ___

     On different slopes descended,
     happened to sideways.
     The bushes in front of them closed
     and parted again.
     Slipped shoes in the grass,
     Between the stones the water gleamed.
     One reached the path,
     another in the same instant pond.

     Was an evening of several weddings
     (it seems there were two).
     A dozen shirts and dresses
     loomed down in the grass.
     The sunset was already settling down
     and the cloud beckoned to him.
     The steam rose from the ground,
     and the bell kept ringing.

     One, groaning, stumbling,
     another, cigarette smoke -
     that night they descended
     on different slopes of the hill.
     They descended on different slopes,
     space grew between them.
     But terrible, at the same time
     the air shook their screams.

     Suddenly the bushes flew open,
     bushes burst open suddenly.
     As if they were awake,
     and their sleep was full of pain.
     The bushes flew open,
     as if the earth had opened up.
     Before each emerged two,
     iron in the hands of a wiggling.

     One was met with an ax,
     and the blood flowed by the clock,
     another from a heart rupture
     died instantly himself.
     The killers dragged them to the grove
     (blood ran down their hands)
     and threw into a pond overgrown.
     And there they met again.

        ___

     Still groped for touch
     to the places at the table of the groom,
     and the terrible news on the square
     already brought the shepherds.
     Evening dawn shone
     herds of thick clouds.
     Cows in the bushes stood
     and greedily licked the blood.

     The electrician ran down the slope
     and the brother-in-law behind him in the bushes.
     The bride at the bottom is pissed
     stood alone in flowers.
     An old woman, covered in a blanket,
     twisted before her braid,
     and drunken wedding after
     behind them rushed to the hill.

     The bough under them cracked,
     they rushed, like in delirium.
     Cows in the bushes mooed
     and quickly descended to the pond.
     And suddenly everyone saw clearly
     (reigned around the heat):
     blackened in green duckweed,
     as a door to darkness, a hole.

        ___

     Who will raise them from there,
     get out of the bottom of the pond?
     Death, like water above them,
     they have water in their stomachs.
     Death is already in every word,
     in a stalk, wrapped around a pole.
     Death in a licked blood,
     in every cow death.

     Death in pursuit of vain
     (as if looking for thieves).
     Will henceforth be red
     of these cows.
     In a red, red car
     with red, red ways,
     in red, red cans -
     red water children.

     Death in voices and eyes.
     Death is full of a collar. -
     So the city will pay them:
     death is difficult for them