Текст песни Дмитрий Левитес - Стихотворения Романа Закирова - Смерть поэта

He died the poet. He fell beside the road,
He fell exhausted into one of the dirty puddles.
Harden his fingers. Ledeneyut feet
And subsides "Moulin Rouge" in the head.

Blackened strands. Thoughts die.
Wet, darkened, his coat.
Poet from death awaited flowers and garden,
Came. Had seen. Apparently not.

Guitars ceased, ceased waltz,
And whispered farewell "Mercy ..."
He died the poet. And the man left,
He rose to his feet and began to catch a taxi.

Roman Zakirov