Текст песни Александр Мирзаян - Посвящение Юрию Кукину

And the fall of the column,
And swim laps ...
Above us - not laws
Not gods, not poetry.
        We live in a piggy cities
        In arranged homes
        With a smile platonic
        On luscious lips.

For the thin curtains -
Forgotten fate.
Antennas, balconies
Sneered at home.
        Covered cornices
        Fires in hundreds of eyes
        Private flat
        We chew.

With an outstretched hand
Thrown back,
But raised crutch
Hit the alarm.
        And no longer a strong support,
        The weak - not the law
        Hackneyed line
        All memorable times.

From small heroes
Well not wait.
Nowhere do not see sorrow,
My heart is waiting for trouble,
        And remove with ships
        From crumpled clouds
        Handle soiled
        Soldiers cutlasses.

Again, I see: autumn,
Wander in the evening
Encased in armor
Aliens from yesterday;
        Their stiff soles
        Bitten granite ...
        And to think of the future
        We will not allow the memory.

Let's go to the world of soldiers,
And the heart - the castle.
Will remain intact
Throw the hook.
        Plowed ruins
        Configured palaces,
        And the songs tortured,
        Worn starlings.
        On the stone ruins -
        Air palaces ...

1969