Небесный калькулятор (Heaven calculator)

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I was sitting near gloomy lamp till night
Feeling old smell of the places I had seen
I was walking in the dusk without light
Coming to my porch with walls with notes obscene
Someone might have known about all or not
Someone thought perhaps I might once come around
Leaving like a flag the door for me unlocked
However now
Refrain:
Under that very bridge
We drank with her the wine
We could until old age
Kiss but the river line
Is very short and so
Khavanchkara’s off, it’s night,
Someone is waiting home,
It’s time…
Along the Moskva and sleepy Kremlin past
I am sliding in the roads’ empty space
And like pointsmen at weekends the traffic lights
Are not looking at me, keeping a straight face.
Sunrise’s covering the cities with its beams
With the pearl tan, houses, squares and the streets
And it seems to me that it has always been
That year like this.
Refrain
Winters and springs’ carousel of course will float
Round us, a lot of times it will be so
It will sing around, make bed and grow old
And wait, let’s hope…
And the heaven calculator will like wine
Pour the moments that it carefully will count,
Spilling surplus, not mistaking any time
And so now
Under that very bridge
We drank with her the wine
We could until old age
Kiss but the river line
Is very short and so
Khavanchkara’s off, it’s night
If no one’s waiting home,
It’s time…