Текст песни Леонид Фёдоров - Последняя Видимость

text - Henri Volokhonskii

Where pale house built
And the sky was driving down
On the sky, the sky is
There are many birds

Flying flock of concealing their
Paling their pen
The sky is their harbors
In the north of cheese

Well hardly leave one set of
One of these Ptah
Barely hovering freezes into ice
Tormented bird fear

Breaking the glass between the age of mouth
In barely grief ice
Forever forever is not blowing there
Neither the wind nor the dawn

The open space is the limit for ca.
Invisible because there
Nowhere glowed neither sun sink
Neither star is yellow

not taking off network milky smoke
timid rise
As if invisible limit water
Tormented fear enter

Above the narrow circle of gray water
There curdling air-wax
And the torch is not bright floats
After a leaden Reach

Not even reach - there are no waves
And the abyss as if frozen
Hanging his seems different
Flashing run forgetting

Two beats heard by whites
Other sky haze
Two shares of darkness are at the bottom
Where inanimate hoop

A third of the whites
The third share of darkness
Terminated the lower house of the wave
And moisture over him

Barely brighter skies
Hardly the dark water
Barely freezes into ice soaring
When there is no wind to race

Bright heavenly water
At the bottom it is dark
There may abide unsteadily
That which has no firmament

For between the age of blurred mouths
Faded south
They do not shine along the lines
And the sounds do not sing

In the crown is foggy
The lead bells
Only run cold gray spring
Ringing without language

There molknet gray spring
Darkening down nearly
Braid from the sky is not clear
And the fear of bird kills

And there is no action at the end of the wing
Invisible pen limit
Some blurred edges
vague nowhere

There closer distance and the depths below
Heaven without the birds
Under her lengthy into darkness
Water immobile down

That abyss where and hum had not fallen
So that the air in the wave sang
One barely - cymbal
The sky outside has

It is one of the bottom of the heavens
worthless rotate
Yes birds killed in the lead
Vanished flit