Myortvyj gorod. Rozhdestvo

Dead City Christmas

Myortvyj gorod. Rozhdestvo

I can't look for the answerNe najti mne otveta
where each question means a bullet,Tam gde puli vopros,
where every step is a millimeter.Gde kazhdyj shag-santimetr,
Time: five cigarettes.Vremya - pyat' papiros.
The dead city is buryingMertvyj gorod horonit
Its voices.Svoi golosa.
Lost and wanderingPoteryalis' i brodyat
Are the skies between the walls.Mezhdu sten nebesa.

Christmas came.Rozhdestvo nastupilo,
It's dark in the cellar.V podvale temno.
How many souls have been crushedSkol'ko dush pogubilo
by the window across?Naprotiv okno?
I've forgotten that in natureYa zabyl, chto v prirode
There is still something left -Esche chto-to est'.
she gave birth on the sixth,Shestogo prinyali rody
six minutes before six.Bez shesti minut shest'.

And then it snowed in the morning,Pripev: A nautro vypal sneg
After a long fire.Posle dolgogo ognya
That snow killed me;Etot sneg ubil menya
It put out the short century.Pogasil korotkij vek
I gathered it into the palm of my hand,Ya nabral ego v ladon'
Spat into this white dirt and dust -Splyunul (v) belyj gryaz' i pyl'
Could be delusion, could be reality;To li nebyl', to li byl',
Could be eternity, or simply stench.To li vechnost', to li von'...

The city shattered,Etot gorod razbilsya,
But did not become a tombstone.No ne stal krestom,
The fallen city got drunkPavshij gorod napilsya
with life before the fasting.Zhizni pered postom.
Shell-shocked stars hereZdes' kontuzhennye zvezdy
Are waiting for the new Bethlehem;Novyj zhdut Vifleem,
Birch-trees are wrapped in blankets;Na pelenke berezy
Never enough legs and arms for everyone.Ruki nogi ne vsem.

Merry Christmas, heap of metal.S rozhdestvom vas, zhelezo,
Bandages tied in a wreath -Povyazki ventsom.
Nurse, "Mother Theresa"Medsestra Mat' Tereza
with a handsome face.S simpatichnym litsom.
Last night, like rustle,Proshloj noch'yu, kak shoroh,
I remembered the days -Vspominalis' dni:
How you pulled the curtain closed,Kak Vy zadernuli shtory,
How you were all by yourself.Kak Vy byli odni.

(chorus)Pripev.

I can't look for the answerNe najti mne otveta
where each question means a bullet,Tam gde puli vopros,
where every step is a millimeter.Gde kazhdyj shag-santimetr,
Time: five cigarettes.Vremya- pyat' papiros.
The dead city, it's empty eyes,Mertvyj gorod s pustymi
Is with me.Glazami so mnoj.
And I was firing blanks,Ya strelyal holostymi,
I was alive yesterday.Ya vchera byl zhivoj...