Текст песни Кирилл Ривель - Что играет во мне, 1999

"In the winter in empty gardens of hyperbones ..."
(I.Brodsky)

What plays me:
Combat pipe? Reed twink?
Spring expectation?
Standing verse il loss of reason?
Who is playing with me:
The city of locked gates where the sticking stone
Hidden under the sign "St."?
Ambrusura Square in the gilded frame?

Between the rows - winter,
A mixture of Purggy, Christmas and barbed snow.
The eternal city froze,
Even the eyelids lost the feeling of century.
Only the wind is raw
Flow from the mouth of the bay of the night.
Chain at home
And the granite armor of Petrova Pepadis ...

For century night
Changed the design of words and melodies ...
Everything is not that, all - not
Excluding, perhaps, the issue of weather,
Prone to halftons
The poor palette is sulfur, then blue ...
Toli case, Moscow!
(How, however, in the calculation, the emperor did not accept!)

Is there a higher law?
To the Athenian calendy again fortified delay
Century of Russia Greate ...
God forbid me! - Do not push, in contrast -
Exchange with the stanz
To take a look at the sovereign ok
And, despusting drafts,
The highest meaning to gain windows upside down.

... only in a fairy tale, alas,
You can make the end of the beginnings happy ...
Between Rows - Nord-West
Plays from the mouth of the night bay ...
Combat pipe?
Reed twink? ... Is there a solution?
If you know in advance -
So where would I start the continuation?