В этом небе облака стальные, В этом небе...

In this sky the clouds are steel
Tears freeze in this sky
And under the sky letters do not reach
And they’re arriving with a “late” mark,

Here love is only forty minutes
Before going to bed, to quickly forget
In the mornings they drink cheap coffee here -
And nothing can change.

In this city the sky lives
The sky is three hundred years old, it is tired.
The sky shot down his forehead,
But breathing, alas, did not stop.

And under the sky it was just as dirty
It rained, winter, spring and summer,
Nothing can change.
Everything is fine - even that.

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