Текст песни Марк Шагал - Тень Великого Имени

The sun is falling on the pilasters
the shadow of a great name is above me
my lungs spit city dust and vanity
the throat of the district is cut by a tram line,
Everyday life with a brush draw ailment.

unattractive picture. where is that
the plot that I always remembered, keeping?
exactly
the archetype of the return of the rightful king will light up with a spark of despair.

the day began, what has changed inside?
I go out, holding myself and the keys,
on the ice of a snowy terrace.