Текст песни Александр Городницкий - На кладбище Сен-Женевьев де Буа

At the cemetery of Saint Genevieve des Bois

At the cemetery of Saint Genevieve de Bois
Oblivion does not grow grass -
Her, dressed as a lover,
Strizhёt regular gardener.
At the cemetery of Saint Genevieve de Bois,
Where to get cool in the Arctic Fox statue boa
Rest gained emigrants -
Russian freedom guarantees.

At the cemetery of Saint Genevieve de Bois
Land of the February snow is white,
And look at the black crown,
Forgetting about horses squads.
Ringing in the monastery of Saint Genevieve
Skvortsov flew two-syllable chant,
Tying her singing bird
With Don or Novodevichy.

Again in anticipation of the new spring
Moscow deceased dream dreams,
Where the blizzard swirls twisted,
Cast crosses flying about.
Those familiar with the childhood places of origin,
And dome shining over the church of Christ
Bowing to the deceased hopes
What does all come back as before.

At the cemetery of Saint Genevieve de Bois,
Disappearing from the planet like a bird moa,
Lies swan flock,
In Paris grow into the ground.
Between the marble angels and Terpsichore
She sings it canons invisible choir,
And no, it is clear from the Pena,
Freedom addition Assumption.

1996