Текст песни Григорий Данской - Предновогоднее

Electricity itching in burning combs
like an evil trembling in the knees. To stand
no forces. The whole hive is in boots and boots
breaks down from the habitable places. Again
no effort to predict how it will be
all. Thaw. December. It's snowing
under sail. Shaggy black poodle
the owner walks. Year
a lot of different tricks to
for no apparent reason to leave.
From this draft, voluminous curtains,
as if the air is in the flesh.
The whole hive is knocked down, and only summer
in a dusty closet slumbering under lock and key.
But, ringing a metal bell,
a fragile flute flies off its loops.

The sound of the blade already crosses the sail.
And the snow pours blindly at random.
I, someone else's pair of winter shoes
having put it on, I go to death - in a snowfall.