Текст песни Александр Войнаровский - Имя твоё

Roads hung in patterns
Trees and clouds,
And the city entered the story,
In one of the alarming dreams.
Roads walked threads
In confusion paths
And the name ran subtitles
In my head.

Your name on the mouth of passersby,
Your name on others does not seem
Your name on all Ekanov,
Your name is an ornament from scars.

Night dried slowly
Darkness absorbed space,
And I did not want, in fact,
Somewhere to return.
Night melted fog
Morning in someone's window,
Already almost intangible -
That's all that remains me,
I have left.

Your city among the bays,
Your city does not forget me
Your city is not available,
Your city is impregnable.