Lyrics Белая гвардия - Между этим миром и тем

I always talk to you,
All my life I'm talking to you,
Not knowing exactly where you are,
On the cross or in the void.
But when you manage to get out of here,
I think you can hear me,
Every time I find myself,
Between this world and that.

And on the other side of the mountain
They offer cold koumiss,
Pour a full mug,
Rejoice as children,
And I can not reach,
And the mug falls into the abyss
And remains in the crevice
Meanwhile, the world and this.

There are sacred mountains,
And to go there -
Password and a few dollars
In an illegal envelope.
Here the laws are not written,
But if not pan, then disappeared,
And the guards,
guards,
guards ...
Meanwhile, the world and this.

And from this side of the pipe
Playing the music of factories,
Lazily crawling trolley buses,
Everyone - in his furrow
On the main clock tower of the clock
Running in the opposite direction,
And the timid bow of the crazy
Between this world and that.

Here the lime blossoms ruthlessly,
I remember myself as a child,
Mom leads my hand,
Not guessing about death,
And there are similar streets,
But there is no one, no one,
And lindens blossom mercilessly
Meanwhile, the world and this.

And on the other side Brodsky
Reads poetry, breaking
On the set of macrocosmic
Incomprehensible systems.
On the other hand -
mouse war,
They are called poetry,
And the greedy bonfire of the Inquisition
Between this world and that.

And from this side everything is burned out,
There was only one ash,
Letters and manuscripts were decayed,
Runes on birch bark ...
And from this side the cold sky
And the stuck needle,
And the ladybug on the mirror
Between this world and that.