Мертвый город. Рождество [Myortvyj gorod. Rozhdestvo] [English translation]

I can't pass with an answer

Where the question is a bullet,

Where each step - a centimeter,

The time - five cigarettes.

Dead city buries

Its voices.

The skies were lost

And now wander among the walls.

Christmas came,

The basement is dark.

How many souls had doomed

The window across?

I forgot that in nature

There is something else.

On the sixth the units came in,

Six minutes before six.

And in the morning fell the snow,

After a long fire.

This snow killed me,

Blew out my short age.

I picked up a handful,

Into that white spat dust and dirt.

Either a tall tale or a truth,

Either an eternity or stench...

This city broke down,

But did not become a cross.

Fallen city drank full

Of life before the fast.

Here the stars are shell-shocked,

New Bethlehem is being burned,

Birch tree bark - for swaddles.

Legs and arms - not for all.

Happy Christmas to you, iron,

A bandage as a crown.

A nurse, Mother Theresa,

With a lovely face.

Last night, as a rustle,

I was recalling the days

When we drew the curtains,

When we were alone.

And in the morning fell the snow,

After a long fire.

This snow killed me,

Blew out the XX age.

I picked up a handful,

Into that white spat dust and dirt.

Either a tall tale or a truth,

Either an eternity or stench...

I can't pass with an answer

Where the question is a bullet,

Where each step - a centimeter,

The time - five cigarettes.

The dead city with empty

Eyes is with me.

I was shooting blanks,

I was alive yesterday...