Текст песни Никита Прокопьев - Там, за спиной

verses by Vera Kisileva,

read by Janis Grants

There, behind, in the muddy water, a stone hail.
This Chelyaba is disguised as Petrograd.

Reflected in the muddy waters of freezing rivers
Street, night, one hundred lanterns, two hundred pharmacies.

Did the autumn wind bring us here?
I can't remember what era, what number.

Here a strange mother sings a song over the child.
The song is familiar, only the words cannot be made out.

The night is virtual and the sunlight is unreal.
The souls of the dead formed their own Internet:

Wander, fools, along the wires of eternal sleep,
As if the road is very familiar and clear to them.

On the vacant lots, the rustle of sand sings a song.
The bullet flies like an astronaut into the space of the temple,

And illuminates the dark night with a bright pain ...
Naked steppe, naked palace, naked king.