Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Мокрое царство

Again the rain gray zachirikala darkness
 Again enmeshed sky spider web of branches.
 But in the autumn of next winter arrives,
 Do not come for the spring of the long-awaited summer.

 We have no bread, no bed to divide in half -
 My mouth shut, and the teeth on the shelf.
 In the wet my kingdom - Towers in the corners,
 The precious collars gray wolves.

 I will punish pine identify executioner
 I birch say about the dismal share,
 Because the trees are able to remain silent,
 Because trees live in captivity.

 You were not going to transfer you do not torture letters,
 Do not be afraid, that may live somewhere else:
 For my noyabrёm winter arrives,
 And in May, will not follow my summer.

1960