31. Сидя На Красивом Холме
32. Сталь
33. Тяжёлый Рок
34. Второе Стеклянное Чудо
35. Гость
36. Сарданапал
37. Болота Невы
38. Чай
39. Сегодня Ночью Кто-то
40. Орел, Телец и Лев
SITTING ON A BEAUTIFUL HILL
Sitting on a beautiful hill
I’m often seeing dreams and here are dreams that I've seen
Seems, point is not in money or abundance of women
Or the folklore of old or new wave to swim in
But we keep walking blindly through places weird
And everything we have is our joy and our fear
Fear that we're worse than we're able
And joy that trusty hands are guarding all that is dear
And in each dream
There is no
Way for me
To refuse
And I am running somewhere
But then when I wake up
I am hoping you will be with me
STEEL
He had heard her name, he was waiting for encore
He threw in the flames all things that weren’t his thrill
He was gazing upon her trace
Longing her water’s taste
Walked very far
In the gleam of her star
Snow in his fingers would turn to steel
By the river he stood to taste its water of silence
Wash himself of all and still to be able to walk
To be able to find her voice
Enter the dusk of hers
To become road mate
With whom she walks her long way
Water in his fingers would turn to smoke
And when that day of his silently ended and strangely
When his stallions could for the first time freely roam
At that time her key-chain
Of her wax-candle flame
Of her shoulders slight
Marble, tender as night
Silently lay down into his hand’s stone
A HEAVY FATE
Something's wrong with the world, or perhaps it's only all in my brain
Some dust settled over the grass plains, and solar surface is stained
Sealed off by a glass wall, no warm rays from happiness spread
And sometimes it seems to me a heavy fate hangs over my head
I went to a gypsy to get on my fate a clue
How harmful is it to keep thinking so much and mostly of you?
She just threw the cards on the carpet and covered her eyes with her hand
She told me, "My precious, listen to me, a heavy fate hangs over your head"
All has lost its meaning, love led me to where shadows reign
But the higher you get from the ground the bigger nonsense you say
I just wanted summer to last forever, but winter came – summer left
Could it be the fate, or is it the laws of nature hang over my head
Some say that tonight at six o'clock world is ending
And there are those who are depressed to the max
Others bear with love because it is known for relenting
But if you disturb their boredom each one of them will put a knife to your
neck
Last night by my place stopped an angel, frost of wings is his usual sign
I'm not anymore whom he was pursuing, he himself has his best days behind
I told him, "Come on in, sit down, we're no enemies, peace and quiet here
all can be had
And let's toast to that poor S.O.B., that hangs over my head"
One platform to the next one I keep on running, once risen – I'm flying
still
But only thing I've wanted to happen is that just a little better you feel
Thanks to the wind for blowing into my sails, to my wings for being spread
One of them is you and the other is that fellow who hangs over my head
THE SECOND GLASS WONDER
When you were a child
With your mind running wild
Even dogs wouldn't follow your trace
But now you're exposed
Of your shield you disposed
Who is right, who is blind makes no sense
So you drew a bull's eye on your chest
And one arrow can bring you your rest
You know your path is right-
Moving target, you're keeping your faith
Your garden can't keep
All those who don't sleep
Since no rocks and no flowers it holds
And even your Lord
Vanquished nobody's hurt
There are others more strong and more bold
That is why you walk this barren trail
As on canvas forgotten and stale
You're not in the beginning, or center, or just mere tail
GUEST
In far away fields we're not destined to roam
It looks as though we're under lock
Each one of us has his own town and home
In this netting we seem to be stuck
And where I sang you were only a guest
Though I did not sing for them
We will all become just as they want to comprehend us
So, each holding his own
We'll return home from where we stem
But are our lives really ours to spend
Since each day just burns off to fast
As we try to serve every hand
That can get us within its grasp
So when just for you I'll start to sing
As the smoke glides by strangers' eyes
I know who before me will arise
And will order that I . . .
Will command me once again to remain alive
SARDANAPAL
Sardanapal, an Asian mean and cruel
Why did my wardrobe serve you as a dwelling?
We're whistling and through streets ourselves propelling
Telling all, "Distant Eden waits for you"
Their concrete minds fell down from afar
And food consumption was for that a factor
What's to them that your cousin's a conductor?
Of Kostroma crown prince and of Ufa
NEVA'S DREARY SWAMPS
All my veins are like cables, out of ice memories
And my blood is like honey, heart-antifreeze
But my fate is to live here in the land of gray grass
In a stupefied dark on Neva's dreary swamps
Where the buildings are shallow and like barren are words
And light of that faded star in this prospect now burns
To become the Sun wanting I now shadow become
And dead man's vagabond soul onto my shoulders jumped
And since then I can see now how we all are in chains
And from the branches of pines in the silence they gaze-
Of dead soldiers souls watch how we waltz to candlelight
While our fingers hold ash dead men on our shoulders ride
Come the day of repentance I'll have taken my turn
Now I know how to leave-I will leave and return
Back with this word as with key to the blue I will pass
To let them all go home-all those who sleep on Neva's dreary swamps
TEA
We're dancing all night and dancing all day
Just crap on the air keeps flying our way
But still it's all good, perhaps this is how it should be
The harmony of this world can't be contained, so now
We're gonna drink tea
A beautiful you, an adequate me
Quite probably we're a bad family
But still it's all good, perhaps this is how it should be
The harmony of this world can't be contained, so now
We're gonna drink tea
It's like an old film and we're trapped inside
It's time now to turn water to wine
This also is good, perhaps this is how it should be
The harmony of this world can't be contained, so now
We're gonna drink tea
TONIGHT SOMEONE
Your flute, is it ready? I have already packed mine
Machine with unknown number of strings,
It’s unlikely I’ll make it back home tonight.
There’s no need to call—we will summon a cab downstairs
I am hoping that you will not wake me up
Before very moment we’re there
Another mad evening, look—ripples on water, another stone drowned
They’ll forget us, but probably not before dawn
Of a Wednesday, and I won’t acknowledge the signal to run.
It’s time to depart! Nevermind, she said that she would call herself
And again I must sing, but she is the one I must see
And my mind’s going straight to hell
But tonight someone is waiting for us...
From city to city, abode to abode—flats of strangers are flashing by
Perhaps, when I finally make it home
It will host some archive.
Come, Flutist, come! Twelve years of standing on threshold it’s been
And just couple of days, a couple of days
Where the sun is shining, and where by no one we’ll be seen
But tonight someone is waiting for us...
EAGLE, LION, CALF
So strange are seeds that I’m about to sow—
Resemblance of love from thirst creating,
And painting it with time, as I’m persuading
Myself in wishful dreaming. I don’t know,
Oh, wondrous song, on whose you are behalf?!
You weaved these notes into a sound tremendous.
There’s knocking on my door. “Who’s there? Phantoms?”
And they are answering, “Us—Eagle, Lion, Calf”
“What twist of fate has brought you to my door?”—
I turn the key and try to get it open.
I hold the knob, while frantically I offer
Some steaming tea they might be thirsting for.
They laugh, “Calm down, there is for fuss no need.”
And solemnly they infiltrate my dwelling.
They sit in circle, while directly staring
With silent question in their eyes, at me.
“Now, wait a minute, dear friends”, I plead,
“It cannot be that I’m the one you need.
Perhaps there was mistake in your directions. . .”
A violin, though, trembles on my wall,
And, Dear Lord, a smile familiar crawls,
On their faces brightening expressions. . .
We carry on, each day of our lives
Keeps coming twice, and I am twice as dented.
I drink and drink, though still by thirst tormented,
While guests remain— I’m still in their eyes.
