Текст песни Домовые уходят - из города

Black sky stars daughter
Millions of passwords of light
In this world, we are all like abrasions
At the statues on the shoulders of matte
But now there is a queue at the station
Not one of those who are looking for an answer,
And of those from whom we are stolen,
From the Decembrists from Ann Akhmatovs

This is a dream or war
The city's teeth are knocked out again
And around all times
Only exhaust pipes
From newspaper stories in closetes
From glass-concrete cold
But in the hope of being somewhere warm
Brownies leave the city

Cosmonauts sleep nervously in silence
In their cosmic tight graves
And the signals from the stars reach
Through the silence in the frozen earth
This city, wrapped in snow,
Like forgotten dreams of directors,
The endless eight was closed
In celluloid gray ash

This is a dream or war
The city's teeth are knocked out again
And around all times
Only exhaust pipes
From closetic stories in newspapers
From glass-concrete cold
But in the hope of being somewhere warm
Brownies leave the city

There is the road where the cloud of dust,
There is the land where planes burn,
There is a war where farewell winds
The laws of heaven fly around
And, swinging the bite of the biplane,
I swim on the waves of Eridan
And it seems to me. That I am changing
City full of sin, to the righteous forest

This is a dream or war
The city's teeth are knocked out again
And around all times
Only exhaust pipes
From closetic stories in newspapers
From glass-concrete cold
But in the hope of being somewhere warm
Brownies leave the city