Текст песни Игорь Лазарев - Снег

"The soul asks for snow, only snow ..."
Grigory Danskoy

I don't ask you for anything, only snow
Bare wounds on the smoking ground
On tight counters full of food
On the gold leaf of television screens

On Moscow crows there are dirty gray feathers
On the pages of newspapers, on the covers of magazines
On the sculptures of leaders, on the ruins of empires
To the cold kitchens of empty communal apartments

I ask for snow, and let it fall
On the back of the head and shoulders, shining with a new thing,
All stooped passengers with colds
At the bus stop shed

On the horses of Apollo cast iron grits
On the trellises of the fences, on the pots of azaleas
On the conductor's whiskey, on copper pipes
Tired musicians in a concert hall

Soothe us, God, wash our wounds
White, clothe with silver heavenly
The gray city in the gap of the window frame,
Our black thoughts and strange songs

We will see from the boxes of glass containers
How he brings stalls and trams across the roof,
All diseases, all complaints and ordeals.
The flakes fall, covering our sins.