Текст песни Борис Гребенщиков - Всю ночь кричали петухи

(poems by Bulat Okudzhava)

Cocks crowed all night
And shook their necks
As if new verses
Eyes closed, read

And there was something in that scream
From that bitter ruin
When bent over they enter the house
Ashamed of yourself, men

And that cry was far, far
And just fell by
How to stroke, looking at the ceiling
Strangers and unloved

When you can't caress
And it's hard to refuse
And so all night, all night
Morning did not come