Fall of time unlimitedly aging,
A tiny seed of rice melted in the glasswares,
Counter-wind reflections' enragement,
Rush hour to the river stairs,
Vision graveyard in a molded marshland,
A porthole in a soldered down crypt.
Our eyes are open day and night,
Our hearts encrypt.
Dreaming dark across the chalky lines,
Looking down on sidewalk edges,
Through the net of neon broadways
My handwriting catches
The olden blood of yours, Ingermanland,
A fragment of a snow garment,
Icebound feathers' pattern read by hand.
Profess to waves your cold light,
The olden blood of yours, Ingermanland.
Disheveled hair of marble statues,
Foliage storms in abandoned gardens,
Life and death in a payphone handset,
Triumphal arches' untamed jazz garble.
My city is dying exquisitely dirty
Scattering ash from a broken sack,
In total agreement at seven thirty
Time twists copper wires around his neck.
Waterlogged in evening channels
Paper hawkers' nervous cries,
Final destinations' kennels
To your guests' surprise,
The verses of your winds, Ingermanland,
The earthly likes of holy guardians,
Forgotten fortune stories read by hand.
Profess to waves your anxious dream,
The verses of your winds, Ingermanland.
I am spending all nights in a flooded subway neck deep in chrism,
In the belly of underground sound I am the rusty mine of the Gunpowder Treason.
Up from the rotten eye of a gray-headed cripple and right to the cover girl's knees
Mortally wounded to the sky bell it's creeping, the spire illusion, the golden grease.
Amen thee Ingermanland,
Flash-captured lines of ballads read by hand.
Profess to waves in tingling still
The cold light of yours, Ingermanland,
The anxious dream of yours, Ingermanland,
The olden blood of yours, Ingermanland.
Original: www.ofmusic.ru/accords/7546/12088.html
Audio: kurilev.kroogi.com/ru/download/1059111-INGERMANLANDIYA.html
Name references: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ingria
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swedish_Ingria
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ingegerd_Olofsdotter_of_Sweden