Текст песни Андрей Федосеев - 7. Гранитные плюсы

Sedoe Tuesday morning
In the transparent timber
Leaves a last effort to cling to life
Scratching the janitor's broom
Raking the corpses of those
Who all are not resist and fell down from a branch

We walked past a mirror at one point -
I and my reflection
I smiled at him, he answered me
And we will continue to move

Close the door, lay down on the shoulders
Heavy atmospheric column
I gave all his warmth and clicking on the run,
Slipped between the city lights
Along the melting houses
A reflection between the rising of the easel

Up from stacks of priceless papers
I looked out the window - it must draw
For notebook stretched hand
But not today. Okay. Winter has just begun

Returned home in the evening
Scarf hung on a nail
Included in the kitchen kettle and warmed to eat
But suddenly noticed - with a mirror
Something not so
Looked - and indeed, there is no one

Reflection from the bedroom to tell me
Today at lunch died artist
Through the Looking Glass was only an easel
So mirrors the memory of the past

Later that day
We drank in silence
In a room cluttered with hundreds of mirrors
Now too many of them
Are covered in a sheet
There forever put to rest those whom I did not

Poet and sailor, actor, writer and physician
Hundreds of other deceased once
Drink in silence phantoms hiding eyes
After all, the bassist already moribund

Under the sheets in all the empty mirrors
Painting one open eyes
Green field in gray crosses
Granite advantages to the horizon