Lyrics Игорь Лазарев - Снег

"The soul asks for snow, only snow ..."
Grigory Danskoy

I do not ask you anything, only snow
On burning land bare wounds
On tight counters full of food
On gold leaf TV screens

On Moscow crows dirty gray feathers
On the pages of newspapers, on the covers of magazines
On sculptures of leaders, on the ruins of empires
To the cold kitchens of empty communal apartments

I ask for snow, and let it lie down
On the back of the head and shoulders, shining with a new thing,
All stooped cold passengers
At the bus shelter

On the horses of Apollo cast-iron groats
To the fence lattices, to the azalea pots
Conductor's whiskey, copper pipes
Musicians tired in the concert hall

God bless us, wash our wounds
Dressed up, dress heavenly silver
The gray city in the gleam of the window frame
Our black thoughts and weird songs

We will see glass containers from boxes
How to bring stalls and trams on the roof,
All illnesses, all complaints and tribulations.
Flakes fall, harboring our sins.