for so long to talk about naught
for so long river will washes white bones
rusty key's gonna open the lock
shoulders will stake cemetery crosses
and what you have is a white water spring
and with you are the last two sand grains
and every night as knife cuts the bread thin
stars shine like salt on a black painting
wind is ruffling hair in subway
'later, later' the wheels are lilting
for so long your silver away
into your long hair you were knitting
and what you have is canvass burning with paints
and what you have is two gulps of the last ones
of the love that everyone talks about night and day
and is preaching at every church mass
long it takes to wash off golden tears
long it takes to carry stones to the tower
wrap in birch bark, let the air clear
see the yesterday tanned by the fire
and what you have is a white water spring
and with you are the last two sand grains
and every night as knife cuts the bread thin
stars shine like salt on a black painting
and what you have is canvass burning with paints
and what you have is two gulps of the last ones
of the love that everyone talks about night and day
and is preaching at every church mass
Зёрна - Зову тебя
Долго-долго говорить ни о чём,
Долго реке мыть белые кости.
Отпирать замок ржавым ключом,
Подпирать плечом крест на погосте...
А у тебя вода – белым ключом,
А у тебя – две последних песчинки.
И разрезая каждый день хлеб ножом –
Звёзды солью на черной картинке
Ветер волосы треплет в метро
«После-после» – чеканят колеса...
Долго-долго твоё серебро
Заплетала в длинную косу.
А у тебя – холсты краской горят
А у тебя – два глотка из последних
Той Любви, о которой вослед говорят
И толкуют за каждой обедней...
Долго-долго мыть золото слёз,
Долго рукам тащить камни на башню.
Бинтовать берестой, сбивать запах желёз,
На огне обжигать день вчерашний.