Текст песни Галина Брусницына - Москва распятая

Moscow, crucified on the hoop
Garden Ring,
Ages pricked fingers
Plagued by endlessly.

And his work looking
Do not think about
What is less often embroider embroidery,
And often all cross.

Crosses tombs and temples of the Capital,
Dashing and light milestones
Displays the thread involuntarily,
Not on the canvas.

With embroidered faces capital
Smoothed stitches
And close to the filament yarn lies,
On the reverse side - knots ...

And as broken needles
Thimbles eras,
With each tiny shard
The moan turns sigh.

On bleached linen capital -
Between the lines and loops -
Lies sad as girl
The hateful bed.

The trouble is that the strangers fingers
As for the person,
Do not slip off the iron hoop
Garden Ring,

When the wrong hands stroking
Birthmarks features
And, reflected in black coats,
Sway crosses ...