Текст песни Белая Гвардия - Необитаемый город

The city we leave forever
In our consciousness it becomes un-, uninhabited.
In the city, trams stop moving,
The air blackens, thickens and ... And freezes.

Things lose their sense of place
Streets, squares do not take up space.
The city becomes memory, music, gesture,
Something devoid of static and ... And constancy.

With a river, bridges and parks, multi-storey,
The city is compressed into a point on a paper map.
The point on the map is not visible from two steps,
I slide it open to fit the window.

Provincial hotel, overlooking the courtyard,
Where we sat and where we still sit.
Your elbows rest on the plane of the table,
The shadow of the planet fell on the cigarette