Текст песни Ксения Полтева - Письмо в деревню.

LETTER TO THE VILLAGE

My old friend ! Escape from boredom ,
extremely strong at this time of year,
I am writing you to the village, on the nature,
unaccustomed to urban gossip .
What is new news for you
the blessed in your village?
We fool married the princess ,
thus founding a dynasty
their own kind . Root grafted ,
autocracy crowning nationality.
( Nothing - not a void , but uniformity,
no differences and all) .
... Someday in the novel describe
lost likeness and similarities ;
slowly but surely laziness of the soul
hitherto in the near generates bestiality -
not murderous atrocity , not revenge
for rebellious look and angry cry , -
empty indifferent brainless
ability to trample more than eat .
( And what to say - no cool
desire to hold the whole world in your pocket.
All - people , all eager to live a normal life -
who can condemn them for it ?
And I wander among them , as in the mist ,
absently . And consolation weak
I remained dubious fame
last poet of the earth. )

That's the way live - going down the stairs ,
plowed a decent coat ,
coming decent smiling
Sit in its decent cars ,
describes an arc on the ring :
left - the forest, right - the old town
rotates in the inner circle
unlubricated wheel of Samsara.
Dark circle . Already lose the thread ,
from many of the above - vchuzhe .
It's all over. And no one to blame .
And no one to love . And it's worse .