Текст песни ТаКаТа ТаКаТа - Ноябрь

And again alone on a deserted trail turned pale November
Carries with him in a light gray bag a black and yellow carpet,
Leaving a chain of tracks under the creaky grunt of jays
With wind twisted branches of the surrounding oak trees.

Trying to shelter a pale November on a deserted path,
A blizzard conductor comes down from the sky in a milk suit,
And, gently swinging a silver wand into a weak share,
Starts a fancy midnight dance of whitish clubs.

Trying to find out on a deserted path that turned pale November
Coming out of the cloud, barely hiding a drowsy mood,
Luna ballerina in downy pointes of snowy pines,
And after it a flock of stars fly up in a joyful flock.

Trying to catch a pale November on a deserted path,
Grabbing a ghost with numb fingers under the white veil
And croaking a strangled cough in his face a quiet request,
I stay --- in the snow --- under the silent moon.

poems - Eugene Chernov (11/09/2010)