Текст песни Зимовье зверей - Тюрьмы

City tired
City cool,
The city fell into oblivion.
Your eyelids swell wind.
What's ahead - all yours.
And ahead - as always, kilometers
roads.
The city at the feet
breathing ...

See how I choke without the time,
I am trying to forget everything that was before us with you?
Listen, I say goodbye to the trees,
Trying to figure out where the leaves resting state?

But the wind tears the walls posters patches
Wind knocks down all the points of reference truths.
We were able to combine our dials
But the arrows did not come together in the most important place ...

In urban vehicles -
Only the empty language holds,
On a distant land -
Only cellars, scurvy and grates ...
What can I give? -
Only the prison, prison, prison, prison ...
No more I
Nothing, nothing for the soul!

So, learning of Babylon.
Learn Babylon.
Better Learn Babylon
Babylon Learn -

This language we help other idle.
Flocks of greyhounds have sensed a trace of spring.
I have no one, no one till the morning is not needed -
This is my and your salvation forever.

Night extinguishes the light, the horizon straightens wave
Gulls in the sky scattered like folks.
Our moon is destined to burn out on the full,
But it is unlikely we both go back to some sources.

In urban vehicles -
Misfortune and adventures.
In a faraway land -
Snowfalls, scurvy and grates ...
What can I give? -
Only the prison, prison, prison, prison ...
More I have nothing, nothing for the soul.

1995