Текст песни Дмитрий Ревякин - У порога весны

You and I will not wait for the rampant spring
We will not see the high sky.
Crippled sons will not breathe the drunken air,
Do not scoop the Dnieper into a feast with helmets.

Let's voluntarily expel to the hermitage-bushes
Hang yourself in the noose of orgy.
And the descendants will spit crosses in the graves,
The dead will be disguised as canal masks.

Kanem in the hole of years without a trace, without kutya -
The witnesses will go numb at once.
The judge's bulldozer flattens the graves
A tear in the eye will not confuse.

A series of teeth will fall out from rotting gums,
They will not sink into a circle of warm bread.
You and I canine red at the threshold of spring -
Smoky the bottom of the heavy Sky.

January 1988 Novosibirsk