Текст песни Григорий Данской - Карманная песня

In pocket streets, walks death,
science turning into a quantity,
sharing a third with hope space
And with loneliness sharing on a third.

In pocket streets chopping tobacco
And the thread is yellow more than money.
And if so - where now they are going to
While we are. And there is still "so far."

In pocket streets found a thread
It will pull and dissolve autumn.
And I love you, of course, very,
What, however, means to live.

And I live, in my pocket grace
Store as knowledge about the world.
in which, since the misfortune does not blow us,
That happiness, too, not to power us.

No Sladule, Solono comes a syllable.
So loneliness comes at night.
And I love you, of course, very,
But still no less than alone.

In pocket streets rages autumn ...