Текст песни Павел Морозов - Сумерки

DUST

Snow diluted. Everything calms down, stalls.
The desert stretches along the house alley.
Here is a man goes. To dust with his knife -
The fence will lean and will not cool.
Then he drops and lay down the face down.
And the breeze breath snow
And evenings slightly catchy smoke -
Forelocking of beautiful peace -
Freely twisted over it.
And people will run black
From the streets, from the courtyards, and become between us.
And will ask, for what and how I killed, -
And no one will understand how I loved him.

1921.