Текст песни Белая Гвардия - Комната и кресло

I lived in this room ,
Sat staring at kresloi
At the sharp edge of the table ,
Where the lamp was burning red .
I came and lied ,
And she sang , and knit sweater .
And where I took so many words ,
Such unnecessary and beaten ?

Seemed superfluous every sound ,
Untimely breath .
The beginning of all the earth separations
It seemed every date.
Swung from the ceiling ball
Has almost no smell tree .
Detuned guitar duo
Silent in the corner behind the bookshelf .

And it is not so , and it's not that :
That he is a stranger , I a stranger.
Rented a coat hanger ,
Escorted to the bus stop .
He's alive , and I'm barely alive ,
Poems crossed in a notebook .
A chair is someone sits
And will speak word.

First break ball,
Then tear old sweater .
And we forgotten each other ,
Leave the neck two guitars.