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My - volki kamennogo lesa.
Den' lzhiv, kovaren i zhestok.
Lish' noch' chestna, kak volch'ya pesnya
Nad beskonechnost'yu dorog.
Nash mir nochnoy, kak mig rasplaty,
Pust' slabyh povergaet v prah.
Proroki zhivy na raspyat'yah,
Mertvy tirany vo dvortsah.
Nochnye volki.
Nad beskonechnost'yu dorog.
Nochnye volki.
Den' - lzhiv, kovaren i zhestok.
Do krovi zhertv ohoch ohotnik.
Pogoni, travli i flazhki.
No v noch' letyat stal'nye sotni,
Oskaliv dushi i klyki.
Navstrechu zavtrashney izmene,
Prezrev Iudinu lyubov'.
My - vash konets, my - vam zamena,
Otechestva shal'naya nov'.
Nochnye volki.
Nad beskonechnost'yu dorog.
Nochnye volki.
Den' - lzhiv, kovaren i zhestok.

Chyornyy voron na zimnem stogu - 
Chyornaya ryasa na belom snegu. 
Chyornye strochki na belom liste - 
Chyornye mysli o beloy mechte. 
Vymysel pravdy v zamyorshem okne. 
Kaplya smoly na usnuvshey sosne. 
Plyaska ognya na holodnyh kamnyah. 
Mudrost' molchan'ya v ustalyh glazah. 
U okna... 
Myorzlye rosy na dal'nem lugu. 
Gor'kie gryozy pod sneg i purgu. 
Skazki zimy o vcherashney vesne. 
Belye teni na chyornoy stene. 
U okna...

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Luna i sneg. Nemnogo strannyy vecher.
Kakoy-to neobychnyy, neprostoy.
O chyom-to nam nashyoptyvaet veter,
Fevral'skiy veter, pahnushiy vesnoy.
I my idyom. Lyod pod nogami hrupok.
I chutok etot polunochnyy chas...
Kak yabloko, razlamyvaet s hrustom
Moroz lunu, navernoe, dlya nas,
Molchim, molchim, molchim o chyom-to skovanno.
O tom, chto znaem oba, ty i ya.
O tom, chego ne vyskazhesh' i slovom.
O chyom vesnoy proshepchut topolya.
A lunnyy svet - serebryanaya myagkost' -
Nakladyvaet teni pod glaza
I gasit ih bezuderzhnuyu yarkost'
I pomogaet vsyo nedoskazat'.
A sneg, a sneg, a sneg tak myagko syplet,
Tak medlenen i tih spokoynyy shag.
I, krome nas s toboy, nikto ne slyshit,
Kak eto slovo b'yotsya na gubah.

Piramidy dymyatsya dymami pustyni. 
Telo Sfinksa opyat' do utra ne ostynet. 
On s toskoyu vziraet na zvyozdy Kaira, 
Ohranyaya ruiny ushedshego mira. 
Dushi teh, kto ego sotvoril dlya bessmert'ya. 
Dushi teh, kto lyubil i stradal... 
I ne ver'te, 
Budto umerli radosti ih i stradan'ya. 
Chto ostalis' lish' tol'ko stihi dlya predan'ya. 
Kair, Kair... 

Pust' razvenchany vy, faraonovy vnuki. 
Vnov' vam vechnost' dayot 
Shans dlya tsarstvennoy muki... 
Pervyy solnechnyy luch 
Vozzhigaet pustynyu. 
Telo Sfinksa zhivoe ne stynet, ne stynet... 
Zaglyanite za plotno zakrytye shtory 
I uvidite vy nerazgadannyy gorod. 
I uslyshite shyopot v tomlen'e i stonah... 
Eto smert' i rozhden'e v lyubovnoy istome. 
Kair, Kair...

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Nochi, ochi cherny. Eti yavi, kak sny. 
Eto nashi syny umirayut v muchen'yah. 
Eto nashih synov ubivayut. 
Nochi, ochi cherny. Eti yavi, kak sny. 
Duhi, duhi nad dushami nashih synov. 
Iz koshmarov, skazaniy i snov 
Raspravlyayut svoi operen'ya 
Vo vselenskom bezumnom smyaten'e. 
Vidno, puli menya lyubili, 
Vsyu voynu storonoy obhodili. 
Ne kalechili, ne ubili. 
Ne menya v tu voynu horonili. 
Otgremeli boi i minuli, 
Tol'ko pamyat' s polyami minnymi. 
Tol'ko nochi svintsovoy tyazhest'yu, 
Slovno nit'yu ottuda tyanutsya.

Stal'naya ulybka i kovanyy vzglyad, 
Takie ne znayut dorogi nazad. 
Klient ulybnulsya - pora sdelat' shag. 
Segodnya ot puli umret chey-to vrag. 
Segodnya nachnetsya voyna sredi teh, 
Kto platit za smert', eto budet ih greh, 
A ty zdes' ne pri chem. Ne ubivay! 
Ty lish' oruzhie, printsip prostoy. 

Esli ne ty, to ved' kto-to drugoy. 
Na nitochke zhizn', a tak hochetsya zhit'. 
Tyazhelyy svinets oborvet etu nit'. 
Obmyakshee telo ruhnet na sneg, 
O on lish' mishen', a ty chelovek. 
A ty zdes' ne pri chem. Ne ubivay! 
Nastupit moment neudachi tvoey, 
Ty budesh' ne nuzhen, poluchen zakaz. 
I kto-to drugoy iz tvoih zhe druzey 
Nazhmet na kurok odin tol'ko raz. 
Segodnya nachnetsya voyna sredi teh, 
Kto platit za smert', eto budet ih greh, 
A ty zdes' ne pri chem. Ne ubivay!

Say your prayers little one 
Don't forget, my son 
To include everyone 

Tuck you in, warm within 
Keep you free from sin 
Till the sandman he comes 

Sleep with one eye open 
Gripping your pillow tight 

Exit light 
Enter night 
Take my hand 
Off to never never land 

Something's wrong, shut the light 
Heavy thoughts tonight 
And they aren't of snow white 

Dreams of war, dreams of liars 
Dreams of dragon's fire 
And of things that will bite 

Sleep with one eye open 
Gripping your pillow tight 

Exit light 
Enter night 
Take my hand 
Off to never never land 

Now I lay me down to sleep 
Pray the lord my soul to keep 
If I die before I wake 
pray the lord my soul to take 

Hush little baby, don't say a word 
And never mind that noise you heard 
It's just the beast under your bed, 
In your closet, in your head 

Exit light 
Enter night 
Grain of sand 

Exit light 
Enter night 
Take my hand 
We're off to never never land

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Razlyot malinovyh pogon
Shineli, veshmeshki,
Vot-vot umchitsya tvoy vagon
V slepyashiy krug purgi.
Ya provozhayu v pervyy put',
V dalyokie kraya
Tebya moy syn, ne pozabud'
Tam molodost' moya proshla.
I vot teper' tvoya sud'ba
Splelas' s moey sud'boy,
I slovno klyatva na gubah:
"Synochek! Ya s toboy."
Znakomyy staren'kiy peron,
Rukoy vzmahnu ya vsled
Uhodit voyskovoy vagon
V dorogi yunyh let.
I ya muzhal, vzroslel i krep
Ne doma, a v voyskah,
Nelyogok byl soldatskiy hleb
Voennogo payka.
S teh por minulo stol'ko let,
A ty vzraslel i ros,
Chtob poezd pod zelyonyy svet
V zaryu tebya unyos.

Pobeda. Beda pozadi,
Vrag otbroshen i pal.
I fashiskiy oskal obezzubel,
I Pobeditelya guby,
Stonom ustaloy grudi,
Vyplesnut pesnyu POBEDY!
My edem! My edem domoy!!!
Dushu svoyu klyuchevoyu vodoyu umoy.
I lyubov'yu i veroy STRANY
My vernulis' iz Etoy Voyny.
My hotim Tishiny,
My hotim Tishiny,
My hotim Tishiny.
Ty prosti nas, Rossiya,
Ty prosti nas, Moskva
I Odessa, i Piter, i Volga.
Chto detey i hleba vy rastili bez nas,
Chto nas doma tak ne bylo dolgo.

Po kaplyam, po krovi, po rodu my vse sozdali sebya,
Iz bezdny, skvoz' bedy i boli, vsegda vybiralis' lyubya
Prostory Evrazii vedoyu veroy svoey okropya
Vsegda vosstovali iz praha, srazhayas' sebya ne shadya.
Ot bedy i do pobedy nelegki shagi,
Ty eyo sberegi, sberegi i sohrani.
Vragi-inozemtsy rodimuyu zemlyu terzali i zhgli,
No silu davali nam belye snegi i soki zemli.
Rossiya, Rossiya rodnaya moya storona!
Ty nam vo spasen'e, naveki, na podvig dana.
Ot bedy i do pobedy nelegki shagi,
Ty eyo sberegi, sberegi i sohrani.
O, moya Rossiya. My zashitim tebya,
My otstaim Tebya!