Текст песни ДДТ - Питер

He was breathing like a river under the ice,
  He was silent as footprints in the sand.
  Ha stones in the cold rain,
  He darkened, like a hole in his temple.

  He looked at the frozen bay
  He wore the coast people.
  Hablyudal as a prisoner of prospects,
  Podyhaya, screaming Taiga ...
 
 After three hundred years is a smoke ckifskoy vazoyu prophetic shadow.
 I walk on the rotten bridge, white night - a werewolf.
 
 Past fallen and former living immured in tombs yards.
 At the Crucifixion in the doorways of the Magi, I whisper silent tongues.
 
 Splits the eyes of the prospectus, sinking in communal body.
 Heopoznanny knocked object I'm alive, but in the buff.
 
 Not to mince crib ships do not trade crosses vec.
 These stones are sinful of all the earth, the sky is all the more painful the heavens ...
 
   (a loss)
 Break my body,
 Collect faith on the hour.
 At dawn crow dispersal,
 Save the city for us.