Текст песни Недалеко рассвет - Колокольчик

The cap astrologer, with the fate of the book under his arm
I have a straw cover shelter from wind
Fifty kilometers away, three horse carriage yes
And to replace the winter sleds are not prepared

Do not I, Ivan Susanin and resistant Zoe
Pomusolit corn, I climb on a rope
Over the Arbat, Rabat, square Bologna
Bell tower shines my yellow hat

 "Folder, the folder!" - All I cry baby
When I see him in diapers vague form
And then on the platform, coming a little closer
Also vaguely I see my father and call

Harbor am broken under a blanket
Inflatable ideal template I dreaming
And sin, I cut the veins, tears choke me
And then I wonder, and I confess, yes, I confess

Once seen as a dream to me, I was the last dream
It is with that, the first counter
Chagall over the Milky invisible threads
 "Yes you do fly!" - Is heard from below

And then to reproach us waving their hands
And flying in the sky itself, we can not train them
And she gently let my brush
And I wake up, I crumble

Book destinies arm - a simple pillow
A cap astrologer - banal cap
Under the bed is not sneakers, but on me
Wee play of ringing the bell.

  (November, 1999)