Текст песни Новелла Матвеева - Окраины

The summer night was
Warm, as ash ...
So, imperceptible step,
Before I reached the outskirts.
      These suburbs
      There were framed
      Derrick cut-out,
      Lacy cranes.

cloud shape,
Reflections of clouds
We have been through the frames
Unfinished houses.
       These houses without roofs
       The white night given
       In the wasteland I zazvali,
       The mud and clay brought.

At night wasteland
Bright scrap iron,
Slow cooling down,
Pour over the warm day.
       And these houses without roofs
       In the sweltering night gave
       so we knew something,
       What and said they could not.

From around the corner, like a thief,
He emerged pale yard:
There's magic in the wind
Danced paper litter.
       And these houses without roofs
       Like somewhere to go,
       We walked - floated, as if they were
       Not at home, and ships.

I met on the road
Between Cement waves
Bathtub with some paint,
Similarly, in the warm sea - canoe.
       Stick-stirrer in it,
       As if in a canoe paddle ...
       From ships brick
       Tub-boat drifted.

It magically everything:
Even paper litter,
Even stick-mixer
I remember to this day.
       And these houses without roofs,
       Light without fire;
       This sadness and joy,
       That night, with a smile of the day.