Текст песни Белая гвардия - Комната и кресло

I lived in this room,
He sits in a chair and watched
In a sharp edge of the table,
Where red lamp was burning.
I came and lied,
And singing, knitting a sweater.
And where I was taking so many words,
Such unnecessary and beaten?
It seemed odd to every sound,
Inopportune breath.
The beginning of all earthly separations
It seems every date.
Under the ceiling swayed ball
Already almost smell tree.
The duo frustrated guitars
Silent in the corner behind the bookshelf.
And it is not so, and it's not that:
That he is a stranger, I am a stranger.
Hats with coat hangers,
Before stopping escorts.
He's alive, and I'm barely alive,
Poems crossed in a notebook.
In this chair someone sits
And it will speak the words.
First, break the ball,
Then tear an old sweater.
And we are forgotten each other,
Leave the neck two guitars.