Текст песни Сергей ХостЪ - Песок Босфора

I'll meet the dawn a little earlier than you go to bed
A plush hedgehog will share a bed with you
Blond hair pulled in a thread
White nights will be ordered to be stored
Thoughts on the meaning
And who to blame?

But today between us
Too different bridges
I stomp the sand of the Bosphorus
You are standing on the banks of the Neva

The profiles of the towers are outlined by a crafty dawn,
The chill of cast-iron gratings comes to naught,
Finnish vodka gives birth to longing
The spire on the palace I see delirious
Yesenin and Kafka
Dusting in the corner.

I will meet the dawn a little further than you go to sleep
The ice is on the bay, but you can't escape
Bay enveloped
Cold fog
Salt on the pillow
Like self-deception
Two islands in the sea, but in different angles.

Ships buzz in the port
Who is to blame that the bridges are lit?
Wells of deep houses where I am aground.