Текст песни Александр Щербина - Московская колыбельная

Will you grasp the streets of noisy,
Carry in the Chumba car,
Your love you, like navigator,
Leads without knowing
What kind of heavenly traffic lights,
Hare down, ripped back ...
Your love, your black raven,
Your twilight GPS.

Are you here. You all of these bedrooms,
Workers, office, thoughts,
From ring, from radial,
From third-time transport ... from them -
Your local accumulator,
Your weighty argument "be and is" ...
Your love, your ancient city,
Love in your own surge.

You are here - no time or place
Not guessing the right eyelid
You carry your gift to other people's bridesmaids
With the dowry of the inflamed eyelids.
Like a runaway nonsense, like a traction trail,
As a healing April -
Your love, under howl siren
Swing cradle.

2008.