Текст песни Александр Непомнящий - Имя

Until the last patron through the fields of flowers
with hopeless joy to fight to take
transcendent heights, rusty thorn of words
tear, trample the mines, stand on your own.

Enter the city at dawn and set houses on fire
start with your own so as not to beckon the door
dust off and kill the spider before
make the bed with fire before

And I don't need miracles the moth hits the glass
and the crimson light in me, and victory in the face
the abyss looks tired, I will go all the same
for a long time to the shadows of the swamp to whisper my name
in vain: on Kupala night fern - pluck color
simple and destined and shadows do not understand
but why do you need my name

Seven wooden steps and a set of nails
you won't find a single wall in all rooms
And from the edge of the rainbow voices of children
live and live if there were no war

if it weren't for ... it's not fair if the name is one
any cross has two sides
so eat my bread, drink my wine
as I am yours, and if not, then - I'm sorry

the name will not help the fire, and the moon will not help the sun
above the autumn of the words feathers and the cry of a hawk
and stones where to lose your head or a horse
and all names

through the silent cold of the snow of white sheets
lonely black stitching wolf footprints
below the rights, beyond the sky, darkness and light of battles
to the world of the eternal North

Water will come anyway, the storm will blow everything into place
will knead us with an eight-winged star at dawn
and the child in the cradle will dream of a thunderstorm
gray skins white wings - everything is like in war

there will be a table, there will be a feast - whoever is not there
only in the puddles April, zapadlo to die
zaploto look for the day with fire sun light
and for some reason one by one behind the sun to stand

and I don't need miracles, the moth breaks the glass
for the scarlet light - thanks and victory in the face
the abyss looks tired - I will get there anyway

for a long time to the shadows of the swamp to whisper my name
in vain, on Kupala night pluck fern-color
simple and destined and shadows do not understand
but why do you need my name?

And the holy generals abandoned the soldiers
without a dream on the battlefield alone to keep
in the dark, the last line is blind, no maps
although you can hear the bells behind you for a long time

I wanted to be Christ so freely alone
only to each of them, thirty coins
issued b, but alive despite the winds
people are in the midst of ruins and there is no death.