Lyrics deadall - колыбель во льдах

In the window, the cold looks like a pale rider.
Sworn horror of gray buildings with sockets of windows
From the threshold, my crumpled "unconsciousness"
the cotton cocoon spreads
The sky hangs a lead block over the city marvelous
Where the pavements are like loops of painted ties
Lilac poplar spread out the bare tusks
We were forgotten in the sleeping cage of a broken mind

Never go to the bugle,
do not wake my room - the temple
Start talking to the ceiling,
in unsociable wounds

Angels in the kitchen clatter the dishes,
Scarlet letters crush the mind
The neon forest falls asleep ...

I had a dream, we drank chianti in an abandoned house,
Among the dead, you were wearing a dress of vinous color
My stern face is in your white palms,
Children's wrists, which are thinner than birch branches,
You intoxicated Bulgakov reading aloud,
not looking at the book, for I knew it by heart,
you are buried in a myriad of guessed letters,
And the rain fell guiltily on the rose bush

The sleep is cloudy.
In the blankets of the bloody seas
The vast forests of curls
Rustle above my bed

The drowsy sleepy lies in the fogs
The black room of your sad eyes
The church bell rattles over the garden.
And leaves - ghosts dance their farewell waltz

Again, like a stone silently frozen horizon
In the memoirs Odessa streets are wonderful
But the eyes of the dead look at me from the ceiling
And pulled in rotting palms, quick bullets - pearls
Knitted lace is interwoven with frost on the glass
In the oiled puddle the January sky dawns
Again, my brush draws lines of faded colors
And between the lines is still burning Orleans Virgin