Текст песни Олег Иванович Даль - Почему я люблю вот эти затворенные дворы...

Why I Love These
Zatvorёnnye yards ...
There is no longer the children play
Not sharpened ax.
Not a snowstorm sweeps at dawn,
Do not turns on snow tights
Not wheeze in the morning hurdy-gurdy,
And it does not smell sour wine.

It was given, and recently ...
The creaking of the sledge, horses wheeze,
Grey walls canvas,
And on them, as in Japanese Teatrika,
Lonely shadows of people.

Why do I feel so good
Gaze rests on the wall?

Maybe my time has come?
And now my memory captive ?!
Nedovystroenny stained glass window ...
So like a veil ...
now that a mirage? ..

There I lived, died and suffered,
Getting on your floor.