Текст песни Энни - Я бы писал тебе

I would write
you

about Nietzsche and Kerouac,
and that I forgot the headphones
in wardrobe,
about Yesenin, Lorca, Red
and Parsnip,
about love

and God.

I would write
you

how the wind shakes willows
how tired of July - burn it,
develop!
How cities live in the province - prospects
equivalent
of death.

I would write
you

that love and summer
made entirely of plastic
and cardboard;
and that cutting his fingers with a Lego detail

treating
cologne.

I would write
you

that reserves are empty
that green and alcohol
only
disguise
wounds.
And how love is opened with a knife
canning -

and correct
the neck of the cardiogram.

I would write
you

about Mars
about Atlantis.
And how green nasty twisted legs
silt.
And how about you
of course he hated
if I didn’t love.

I would write
you,

shod about the ears
standing at the station -
swollen shoulder joint.
And in the silence of the night I listen to the crack of a salute,
his
without finding it.

I would write about
that there were no wings, feathers.
Just a bus and a shadow
Vladimir Ilyich.

I would write
you,

that birds fly north.
I would write
you,

and you would
did not answer.