Текст песни Галина Брусницына - Москва распятая

Moscow crucifix on the hoop
Garden Ring,
Ages pricked fingers
Tormented without end.

And looking at his work,
Do not think about
What is less often embroider embroidery,
But most of all cross.

Crosses Stolny tombs and temples,
Dashing and light milestones
Displays string involuntarily,
Not on canvas.

With embroidered faces capital
Smoothed stitches
And close to the filament yarn lies,
On the reverse side - nodules ...

And as broken needles
Thimbles eras,
With each tiny shard
The groan turns sigh.

On bleached linen capital -
Between the lines and loops -
Lies sad as girl
The hateful bed.

The trouble is, when someone else toes
As for the person,
Do not slip off the iron hoop
Garden Ring,

When the wrong hands stroked
Birthmarks features
And, reflected in black coats,
Sway crosses ...