Текст песни Евгений Клячкин - Колыбельная домов

Antennas sing a lullaby to us,
It ends the day -
at least at night we need to keep warm.
Wave lamps as sea wave,
swing our shadow,
pulsing shadow, like a black heart.
(As the heart houses
 in the city at night.)

Snowdrifts on the roof, snowdrifts below.
The clock on the table.
Drawing on the glass moon half asleep ...
passengers House-driven vehicles
on white ground
through white dreams and earthly concerns,
(On white ground
 home ships.)

Listen to us, but do not listen to the words.
Open the window,
catch motive - that simple, then cranky.
And so, striking the walls of the houses,
Recently, "but"
Last note will soar above the cornice,
(And our voice is quiet,
 but the song is true.)

7 - 22 December 1965