Текст песни Янка Дягилева - Рижская

And you throw your words into my ice hole
Throw your knives at my door
Throw your peas in handfuls at my walls
Its grains into contaminated soil.
On the broken bushes there are scraps of flags
On the broken lanterns, there are fragments of loops,
There are dull glasses on discolored eyes
There are white stones on the frozen ground.

Throw your beads in front of the upturned snout
Throw empty wallets on the road
Throw coins into striped caps
Your seeds into a wide abyss.
Dry bread and cockroaches in my corner
In my hole there are colors and a voice
Sand and dirt in my blood
And on the mattress, hands before last.

And outside the doors digging holes for trees
Children shoot from a ragatka at cats,
And cats cry and scream at the top of their lungs
And cats fall into empty wells.

And you throw your words into my ice hole
Throw your knives at my door
Throw your peas in handfuls at my walls ...