Текст песни Стихи - Анастасия Исаченко, музыка из интернета - Тянется дым из тубы почерневшей...

Stretches smoke from the pipe blackened,
Scratching the sky, in the ashes of the cloud.
Behind the windows rain, as if barely managed
Lazily wash off the sides of the sterrel.

Hurry, tired people are fussy,
Umbrella colored shakes of the nefple.
Among the sermost of a gloomy drop of illusions,
Fudge sad umbrella masquerade.

Deceived by time Long streets,
Muffed old age, moldy years.
Only unwashed dirty puddles
Someone hide the left track.

The last tram was dissolved in the fog
London is quiet, warming lights.
From damp matches wet in his pocket,
And the city is fallen from silent melancholy ...

February, 2017.
© Anastasia Isachenko