Текст песни Евгений Слабиков - Ностальгия

From the outskirts to the center

Joseph Brodsky, 1962

So I visited again
This locality of love, Peninsula Plants,
Paradise workshops and arkadia factories,
Paradise River steamers
I whispered again:
Here I am again in infant lalary.
So I again ran a small ohta through a thousand arches.

Previous river
Melted under the stone-coal smoke,
Behind the tram behind the back
Thundered on the bridge with unharmed,
And brick fences
Brightened suddenly sullenness.
Good day, here we met, poor youth.

Jazz consider welcoming us
You hear the pipes consider
Golden Dixiend.
In black caps, lovely, adorable,
Not a soul and not flesh -
Someone shadow over the native grade
Like your dress suddenly undressed up the saxophone.

In bright red cough
And in a raincoat in the doorways, in the front
You stand in sight
On the bridge near the years irretrievable,
Clicking to the face of a naked glass of lemonade,
And roars behind the expensive pipe of the plant.

Good afternoon. Well, we have a meeting.
What are you inclusive:
Near the new sunset
He drives into the distance light canvases.
What are you poor. So many years
And they rushed in vain.
Good afternoon, my youth. My God, what are you beautiful.

According to frozen hills
Silently rushing
Among the red swamp
There are beeps train,
On an empty highway
Disappearing in the smoke of the parel
Taxi is flying out, and aspen looks in the swellings.

This is our winter.
Modern lantern looks dead eye,
I have been burning
Dazzling thousands of windows.
Highlight your cry
So that with the houses he will not encounter:
This is our winter, everything can not return back.

Not to death, no, no,
We will not find it, do not find it.
From Burning to Light
Daily go somewhere
Like someone away
In new buildings playing perfectly.
We run through everything. Only death collects us alone.

So, there is no separation.
There is a huge meeting.
So someone suddenly
In the dark hugs by the shoulders,
And full of darkness,
And full of darkness and peace
We all stand together over a cold shiny rope.

How easy we breathe
Because that is like a plant
In someone's life someone else's life
We become light and shadow
Or more of that -
Because we will all lose
Throwing off forever, we are death and paradise.

I'm going to pass again
In the same bright paradise - from the left left,
Before me runs
Closing palms, new Eve,
Bright Red Adam
In the distance appears in the arches,
Nevsky wind rings competently in the raised harp.

How rapid life
In a black and white paradise of new buildings.
Charged snakes
And the heroic sky is silent,
Ice mountain
Motionlessly shine at the fountain,
Morning snow, and cars fly tirelessly.

Really not me
Lighted with three lamps,
So many years in the dark
On fragments fled the waste
And the radiance of heaven
Does the lifting crane smoke?
Isn't I? Something has changed here forever.

Someone new reigns
Unnamed, beautiful, omnipotent,
Over the schuzzy burns
There is a dark blue light,
And in the eyes of greyhound
Rustle lanterns - on the flower,
Someone forever goes near the new houses alone.

So, there is no separation.
So, in vain we asked for forgiveness
At your dead.
So, there is no return for winters.
One thing remains:
On the ground to pass gentlely.
It is impossible to fall behind. Obtain - only this is possible.

Where we rush
This hell or paradise,
Or simply darkness
Darkness, it's all unknown,
Dear country
Permanent item
Isn't she love? No, it does not have a name.

This is eternal life:
Striking bridge, inexorably word
Barge swimming,
Vilita love, killing the past,
Steamers lights
And the shine showcases, ringing trams distant,
The splash of cold water near the trouser of your everlasting.

Congratulations to myself
With this early find, with you,
Congratulations to myself
With amazing bitter fate,
With this eternal river,
With this sky in beautiful aspins,
With described