Там, у края заката человеческого племени, Голосами тихими...

There, at the edge of the decline of a human tribe,
Votes in the rain from the radium
We were silent timidly under the yoke of time
Young, old, what's the difference?
Open your eyes and look in the heart -
The gift over the years, more and more useful.
We wanted to be closer, to please,
And I had to tighten my lips with a line.
The world is huge, colorful, endless
Full of happiness, madness and freedom.
It's all in the minds of careless,
But in fact - the steel sky
Closes you from tenderness
City of dullness and despair,
The city of Blok and Dostoevsky.
Miss you