Текст песни Мичков читает свои стихи - В ночь усталостью век

I looked from the highlight, on the wet hazing yard,
Someone plays Vysotsky, about feashes for rabid svop.
Clear if you look at, in the night of the tightness of the eyelids,
His look to pretended, you can in the Atlantic Breg.
I see various sizes, at home, in the fires ships,
They do not know the limits, they were given from the ground.
Gold leaves alarming, wind with a damp hand,
On white waves are similar when comes surf.
Wire houses like ropes, stretched, as follows,
They are steel Atlants, the shipyard holds on them.
Flashing shifting of traffic lights, this is a glowing buoy in the night,
This is a decent fora, the signal of the advancing storms.
Big, cold, bottomless, yard my ocean,
To the frigate homeless, returned to my shores.