Текст песни Григорий Данской - Колыбельная для К.

Four octaves wind above the city
and in the room there is quiet and great separation.
And the pendulum moves from left to right.
Yes, and leaves - without ringing, without sound.
And then the names of objects go away,
and the shadows of objects, and the objects themselves.
And memory turns to dust, and memory
dust creeps into the window note.

We are all who remain - we meet time
evening cherry slow tea.
And you, immersed in a deep childhood,
overgrown overgrown, in a dangerous neighborhood -
as an extreme, you grow up with an uncomfortable universe.
You sleep and the loose little world Melpomene
oozing through walls and murals.
And with it the pendulum returns with a fight
twelve times. Do you sleep. At that time -
and the time has come - conversations in the living room,
candied fruit. You sleep, and from the record
musicians from the city of Bremen sing.
Do you sleep. Things come back - where,
God knows. Besides not those. And those - where are you?
Do you sleep. The pendulum goes right and left,
and beat him in the kitchen utensils.

When you wake up ... On the street minus
one. Plus, thirty-eight armpits.
Some very talented virus
worked all night. And the next morning the boy
a cold. When you wake up tiredly
you will wipe a puddle of melt from the windowsill
water, then perhaps you recall all the fiction
about that Christmas, which was not ...