Текст песни Григорий Войнер - Чабрец

(words by Gennady Zhukov)

In painful humility dragging
asphalt adhered to horseshoes,
dragging the rags and updates,
I was, I died in the heat of the moment ...
But the city was finished.
And the blood merged with the tree sap -
I burned my throat with a green current,
green fragile thyme.
The larynx was still on fire
when with fear of a pilgrim
I sensed how ineradicable
the heathen is in me.
Oh, I didn't know, flying off the circle
like a wheeze from a chansonnier record,
what to sing to me loudly and resiliently,
what should I play on the string!
Take my penny cough
and return, my land,
guttural laughter of a horse
and the cry of the guttural crane!
Let this pain be like pain ...
Let. I agree to be numb
while mucus and skin are slipping,
and steel and copper build up.