Стих на английском
Nightwalk
With some madness in his face
He was interested, he said
In the history of my place
Instead of going to bed
And I lectured him on our way
Down by the street of Komsomol
I had a lot of things to say
That worried my soul
Factory people slept
There was no light to shine
As the heavens wept
We took a bottle of wine
I told him about Nikon the Patriarch
As we went by the local church
To a huge shadowy park
With mysterious lodge
We dwelled at the streetlamp
As it snowed more and more
There was earlier a camp
For the prisoners of war
Of them very few
Returned from the North
As the heavy flakes flew
Like bullets to the earth
There was also a band
Named after tall blonde
They horrified the land
Of communist plod
The gang looted and raged
And hanged around till dawn
But did not brigandaged
At the city of own.
Remembering the days of old
We came to the highway
Then everything I told
Became wrong words to say
Tonight we walked enough
It became rather cold there
He took off his glove
And waved it in the air
With some madness in his face
He was interested, he said
In the history of my place
Instead of going to bed
And I lectured him on our way
Down by the street of Komsomol
I had a lot of things to say
That worried my soul
Factory people slept
There was no light to shine
As the heavens wept
We took a bottle of wine
I told him about Nikon the Patriarch
As we went by the local church
To a huge shadowy park
With mysterious lodge
We dwelled at the streetlamp
As it snowed more and more
There was earlier a camp
For the prisoners of war
Of them very few
Returned from the North
As the heavy flakes flew
Like bullets to the earth
There was also a band
Named after tall blonde
They horrified the land
Of communist plod
The gang looted and raged
And hanged around till dawn
But did not brigandaged
At the city of own.
Remembering the days of old
We came to the highway
Then everything I told
Became wrong words to say
Tonight we walked enough
It became rather cold there
He took off his glove
And waved it in the air