Текст песни Гарик Осипов - Двое

Outskirts. Concrete "tower"
balconies look at the wasteland.
Behind the wasteland gray-haired and important
the ghoul wandered off the "monastery".

He’s starving for the third day,
chewing on your apricot
and throws pebbles into the water,
smile seeing off the sound.

He settled here recently,
realizing that years cannot be returned,
Faun's head sloth
 with a soul like spilled mercury.

In the privacy of the bay
but a stone's throw from poverty,
he is resting under the olive
and twists old layers.

Wrapped in a terry cocoon
like a theater pharaoh
he teases the eyes of unwashed windows,
 feeding gulls and ravens.

On weekends in a gig,
having a barbecue
children come to the estate
sing and dance the old man ...

Today is quiet, not vulgar
relaxed to the calm,
what is life - played out mediocre,
self-made purimshpil.

We are the grandchildren of Lieutenant Yahweh
rubies in a sundial,
it's time to think about the yacht,
about sails, about sails ...

Let the movie camera show
completing the morning flyby
balconies of a leper "tower",
where also some live.

Driven by fate like prisoners
in multi-story coffins
his colleagues yesterday
whose names he did not forget.

Envelope squeezing from the summons,
the silence of the dawn drunk
looks out the window without a curtain
after him hungry Azizyan.