Текст песни Дмитрий Курилов - Серый сосед

In the twilight of gray on our site
Tax light turns on
And after the shadow of his cloak tent
comes out my gray neighbor -

Like Eskimo from the poor Yarangi
or from a whisper kid.
On the left shoulder him - Gray Archangel,
Bat gray mouse.

In the gray eyes of him - gray undead,
Smooth and dull light.
Fewing excitement and naive tenderness
He is not expertly!

Gray he, as the misties of a gray special service,
gray soul witchcraft ...
And not accepting either passion or friendship
His gray heart.

He looks at the world indifferent and soberly,
Do not make extra debt.
Falls echo in the height of the entrance
His cautious steps.

And in the morning he, cold, like a circulation,
walks in a sleepy Moscow,
and circling, gray numbers are circling
In the round head ...