(Translation from Russian)
BACK TO ARCHANGELSK (B.G.)

We had hands and roads
Now we are waiting on the threshold
We look at the smoke from a pipe
And the dove of grace prances

Carved wind, crystal wind
Late to wait, when the shifts come 
Look, how these books are burning 
Back to Archangelsk

In flails and fetters
Cripple wandering 
Is drinking with the cook Dunya
Champagne in the hallway 
Wherever to glance – everywhere icons
Or crawl under the bed
Or press on the brakes  

Carved wind, crystal wind
Late to squeeze in the pocket figs
Look, how these books are burning 
Back to Archangelsk

Banana-mama with strong legs
Cut the map of the world on origami
Perfectlysage man dozes behind the pay desk 
We come out by devices on the great backwoods
Back to Archangelsk

The dead with the fog instead of faces
Burn in sigguratus on the streets of the capital
In the sky one manifesto  
Wherever you go – the cross stands on you

Carved wind, crystal wind
Late to count relations and intrigues
Look, how these books are burning 
Back to Archangelsk





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Альбом "Archangelsk"
Альбомы Б.Г.
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