Текст песни Борис Чистый - Ветренно вечером

Windy evening in the gray city
Everything along the road is strewn with chalk
Flashing lights at intersections
Bosch paintings in your eyes
Like a reflection of a crazy brain

From Petersburg we go to Leningrad
God doesn't see that parade in sight
The singing of the poor cripples flickers
The stars take revenge on us, the judges are strict on us
They wanted higher and fell at the feet

The stained glass windows of your eyelids are washed with hail
Faithful vernal poisons are drunk
That our dreams are empty dreams
February will pass thunderstorms
Cry if tears help here

I carried with the same wind without retribution
Again, not funny came to me knowledge
I am not a hero I will not paint
A swarm of being, a solid mess
I'm under the heel of a steel march

I would steal the last strength from fate
To at least become cute for a moment
What would give you the warmth of April
What to tell what I believe
Stop sick time

But what is the vicious circle not straight
Even you won't help me, I know
My voice sounds less and less loud
Forgive the tramp, forgive the child
Do not tear me my thin cocoon.

Boris Clean. 1990