Текст песни Анна Ланцберг - И тебя в этом городе нет

No sugar, no cigarettes
In this city forgotten by God
And you are not in this city
In addition to all deficits.
True, churches at every turn,
But on each - streaks and spots.
Am I here - I can’t say
Because tomorrow I’m back.

The ceiling in this house is thin
Completely flowed, but the shutters are carved,
And the artist - a skeleton with a beard -
Talking about the salvation of Russia.
Outside the window stretches
Or a view of a sand spit,
What is the eternal Russian question
Answers contempt for the question.

In this city, the Kremlin over the river
And long red beaches.
It blows with damp, delight, longing,
Spilled in the Central Russian landscape.
Heating off
Whatever the day, it is cooling godlessly,
And no one will understand anything
And nothing can be saved.

("Letter from a business trip")