Текст песни пётр мамонов - На тускнеющие шпили...

On the dimming spiers
On top of cars
On the iron of old eaves
The first snow is falling.

I've seen it many times
And then I hated
But today is the same view
Something new amuses.

This is me myself in the past year,
Slid into God's abyss,
Recreated forever
A world that held on for a year.

And here in this new world,
Tense and harsh
Today the first snow fell ...
He is not like everyone else.

October 24, 1921