Текст песни Тоскливая тёлка - Оттого и грущу

That's why I'm sad that the book is white
On my desk, like a silent reproach,
Candles, candles smolder thoughtlessly,
withdrawal, as the extinct eyes.

That is my only weapon to the neighbor to go to sing me a song,
whether the book open so dirty eyes
call a friend, listen to news,
glance out the window, lay a bed.

Dry leaves clapping ground,
like palm decrepit. The lights go out.
It opens the curtain. Beginning autumn.
The whole orchestra rises and runs to the snack bar.

Crazy someone folded the piece -
without intermission, so that there is a certificate,
and everything is on wind someone Mass
without any words, and not to the beat.

If only the snow fell in the glassed-in frame:
it lighter and whiter paper words,
because it has to be between Him and us
mute silence, after the stanza.
(Kuznetsov)