Текст песни Белла Ахмадуллина - Москва ночью при снегопаде

Guardian parent-soul jealous
that you are fond of a miracle and a child?
Sleep, do not stare at the moon floors,
do not torment the Alexander Garden.

Whether to tease Moscow with the whiteness of Athens
on the night of the first heavy snow?
(My friend, your name will hail from the posters
from alienation, as from heaven.

Either the stingy lamp spares fire,
the weather is so impenetrable
my friend your name reads me
and does not recognize the pedestrian.)

Hey, monster, temple, it hurts to watch
hordes of calm and commemoration,
blissful motley, native speech -
all the blood from the lips without hesitation.

Money on the cheek, slanting shoe
in the garden, in the viburnum-raspberry.
And suddenly for no apparent reason, just like that,
in the eyelashes - a tear for Marina ...