Текст песни Сергей Труханов - Почти элегия

In the past days and I have already worried
Cold rain under the column exchange.
And he believed that this was God's gift.
And maybe not mistaken. There was also
And I'm happy once. He lived in captivity
At the angels. Walked on Vurdalakov.
Staiting one
Beauty in the parade, like Jacob,
Lucked.
Somewhere forever
It took all this. Hid. But,
I look out the window and, writing "where",
I do not put a question mark.
Now September. In front of me - the garden.
Far thunder lays ears.
In a thick foliage, pouring pears
How masculine signs hang.
And only shower in my dormant mind,
As in the kitchen of distant relatives - scraired,
My rumor about this time misses:
Not music is still no noise.