Текст песни Александр Смогул - Я уйду в заполошную мглу

I'll go in zapoloshnuyu mist,
After handing gossips food.
I'm gone, and when I'm gone,
You will not find me,
Lost in the cities of the fumes,
In the black copses,
The trains vozhbe of cranes,
The lamps crossings.

I go because the trumpeter
Do not trumpeting my last post,
And as the space tense sahach
In anticipation of the fight,
And a wave of crossing paths
Misfits is,
Until then, until my sinful forehead
Autumn does not cool down.

I'll go, because it seems to me
What time of fell,
For cuneiform on a wave
It offers me a choice,
For I am already there, rather than here,
And my candle melts.
I go, I must read
What God offers me.