Текст песни
From the third collection of poems "The Dreamer” (Russian: Мечтатель).
In English (interpretation by Lord Muck and Leah Foden):
In the office there in heaven
Changes being made all day
And the birds from all the hamlets
Nearby have flown away.
Ears are turning deaf and aching
Due to skinny shutters slam.
Evil arrows flew in, making
One’s nose hiding out from them.
Like a black she-cat that's crawling,
Here the old bag came along
To spill mirrors. Tears were falling,
Her warm tears were falling strong.
Followed by the old and wobbling
Man, so slanted dense and gray.
The old bag began his scolding.
After that they went away.
From above the stove was heated
Scalding red-hot, burned the scum.
After winter was defeated,
The awaited spring had come.
Lilacs kept its constant promise,
Bloomed rich toned, as bright as day.
So, that hustle in the office,
one might say, was not in vain…
