Текст песни Елочные игрушки и Андрей Родионов - Архитектура

I saw in the old city of Norilsk
fantastically terrible ancient city
under the black rocks, under the dust of rusty
abandoned town, where the air is harmful

it seemed to me - I'm ruined Peter, even
I remembered the words - "Petersburg be empty"
in front of me was a copy of the Hermitage building
but the windows with beaten glass and do not burn anywhere chandeliers

it is not written, it is verbal,
so tell me an eerie palace, my teacher,
then - empty rusty Canning Street
and a white polar night note

It should be worked in Norilsk Architects,
who were arrested in Leningrad,
be it was the people of those
Keep your sense of humor in the face of death staring

must be the bosses wanted to live in the palace,
perhaps here and there were balls and receptions
I varyus Now this stone aspic
like an animated robot Valley

what would you like to talk to me?
I just came to the Memorial
there is wind, snow and can hardly be a cigarette,
overnight travel yellow dump trucks

I walk all night, the night is white is not in vain
I remember a book about journalist mastnogo Norilsk natural resources
from which it is not clear where there were camps
I remember the film Bondarchuk by Strugatsky

of the film it is clear that in the space we have one
when I finally sopyus, he will put me to drip,
Have patience yet tell me Strugatsky and Bondarchuk,
while still dig up minerals

but I have a terrible and wicked smile,
and in my mouth his teeth, as if the old street of Norilsk,
I sing through the headwind, and it seems to you that I am barking
about the last third of the last war, the Roman