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Madal
GaNот
По дороге в Ад
Черный Всадник мчится
Бледное лицо и странный блеск застывших глаз
Он посланник Зла
Тень предсмертной птицы
Словно сквозь прицел он видит нас...
Он не просит
Жжет и рушит
В ночь уносит
Наши души
Всадник отслужит на горе
Черную мессу по тебе
И эхом грянет над землей:
"Следуй за мной!"
На дороге в Ад
Ветер и движенье
Тормоз не спасет, след
крови смоет до утра
Черный Всадник мчит
В полном облачении
И совсем пуста дорога в Рай...
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Выживший после удара
Натовской, лютой зимы
Город созрел для пожара
Пыли и гари весны
Люди в прокисших одеждах
Сбросив с себя тонны льда
Лица подставив надежде
Вспомнили ту, что была
Я живой
Я лечу по каналам любви
Я живой
Я цвету, если хочешь, сорви
Я живой
Я тону у тебя на руках
Город мой...
Юная, звонкая дама
Спит между строчек стихов
А я старой мольеровской драмой
Жду за кулисами слов
Ветер с юсуповской крыши
Мне указала цель пути
Сердце, пожалуйста, тише
Дай до парадной дойти
Треснувшие перемены.
Выживший каменный век.
В Питере главное - стены.
А у стенки поет человек.
Madal
GaNот
Over The Hills And Far Away
They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.
They marched him to the station house,
he waited for the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.
He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Where he had been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in
Madal
GaNот
They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.
They marched him to the station house,
he waited for the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.
He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Where he had been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms again he'll be.
Over the h
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