Текст песни Татьяна Алёшина - По черным ступеням дней

On the black steps of days
On the black steps of the crowds
(Poet or clown?) I walk in my arms.
I have no longing.
Only clap, only clap
With moon plates: jin bang!
And blue
Cap
With bells of stars bah-jin!
And the sun on my belly
And a quiet madness next to it on four legs:
"Why are you howling?"
Bone and body cannot be removed from oneself -
Do not leave your native stable,
And the song is shackled
On the black steps of days.