бросила ночь пустые аккорды
The fall of night scattered a petty chord chain
Into the heavens' hydraulic press,
That is, disdaining the call of fortune,
Inspiration chose to egress.
So let my ascent never reach the summit
And my demon accuse me of promise breach;
I am just gonna wait for a right-looking summer
And throw my guitar off a movable bridge.
I could try myself at restoration of chapels,
Or enlist in a military campaign,
However right now I am fooling my idleness
On an overnight Petersburg/Moscow train.
Almost all my life is behind me but
I am still unsure how I should invest it.
Shall I blow the city hall sky-high
Or donate my blood to emergency rescue?
I am growing better at hiding my tears,
Conscientiously keeping a poker face,
I got other songs to perform my dear
But I have no further use for this place.
I could probably help conservation of manatees
Or discover a floating isle to claim,
However right now I am packaging time
On an overnight Petersburg/Moscow train.
I could probably ski to the Pole Star
Or dive in the tide of a tropical rain,
However right now my home is a car
Of an overnight Petersburg/Moscow train.
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