Этот город [Etot gorod] [English translation]

Do not rush. Do not scare the silence

On the grass in the old park .

Do not breathe. We'll be going one by one

Among this festive crowd.

We will reach the darkness,

The beginning of all the beginnings,

The dock is waiting near the Fontanka,

The angel is hesitating near the line.

This city captivated itself,

A light from the other side of the back

That wanders ahead into the darkness,

There where the stars are no longer visible.

This is an evil bedsheet of the sky

On the eyes that are buried into the ceiling.

The night dances near the eternal fire,

We are the hostages of your roads.

Hush. Say nothing

It will come to you itself.

Here the rays are. A lonely Moon,

Just open the windows.

A shadow came out of the muteness,

Like a diamond it cuts the truth.

The night, a cur of the kindness,

It sees something after us.

This city captivated itself,

A light from the other side of the back

What wanders ahead into the darkness,

There where the stars are no longer visible.

This is an evil bedsheet of the sky

On the eyes that are buried into the ceiling.

The night dances near the eternal fire,

We are the hostages of your roads.