Текст песни Юрий Коньков - парковый салют

in any day of crude in January
will soon rise in the whitish sky , like the dawn ,
not adopted the title of not so far and
like a balloon glass , burst head,
and slowly peals words
under the indifferent gaze Passion .
 
life is short, as the park fireworks.
Perhaps the blind bell-ringer
the paucity of words and chords haze ,
piled on maloёmky bandolier
all the milk . -old fetus
sleeping on the unfortunate incident .
 
artery already icebound .
Why so long you did not build the house ,
Why have you fitted a stone to the spring .
somewhere because the river has flowed ,
when popped slim body
under cargo clouds.
 
Now is always the time to dark
and bezrybe even domino
consolation and salvation will not.
wood devoured not gather firewood ,
someone else's card index disasters
with impotent envy scroll.
 
you lay down in the snow , humbly look up
but black hand does not warm fireworks
here are sad laws .
by shuffling whisper ringer
you will die in the dawn of the last
and will be dark, cold and familiar .