Текст песни Зимовье зверей - Телеграфный блюз

Send me a telegram in two lines -
I will make it my reference book
And I often re-read, and penetrating,
Translated into all the languages ​​of the earth.

And yet, enough for one line -
As soon as the name, date, city and constellations,
And this is all I'll tetragram,
Open the lines of your hand.

Sing me to spend my motive -
Let frost words paint the sounds of flames,
Accents strictly between us,
A couple of strokes by reducing the distance.

According to the pulse, by signs, the wind
You tell me these pauses and notes
And, perhaps, breaking prolixity,
We continue to dispense without telegrams.

Give substance to the silence -
Inspire me something in the distance,
And I, earth, entering into this state,
In your space look in an instant.

And in a postscript - a drop of dumbness,
Blues from the understandable to us only dashes and dots,
And the modest little blue zip kvitochek
It saves me from the permafrost.

1994