Песня Выть по-волчьи / Письмо политзэка Богу / Howl like a wolf / Letter to God

Howl like a wolf / A letter from a political prisoner to God To come back to You, God, I throw crumbs of dots Then I'll report to Paradise, By changing the question to a comma But the sparrows have picked up the tracks: I'm unlikely to find my way. And Autumn has thrown leaves: The fox path does not lead to Paradise I got lost, because my forest is dark, And the weight on his shoulders is three tons. My hopelessly old Angel He threw a dim torch into the swamp. chorus The pain has a side effect: I start howling like a wolf I bite into souls like into bones, I'm running sheep in the hayfield. Their blood flowed, it seemed full: Now Your son is wandering in the darkness Maybe You created me Teach people to walk on the waters But there are no solutions to the problem The one who swam like a dog I guess I was chosen by You To carry fire to the frozen huts The fire is fanning, the rafters are cracking, And the roofs moved down obstinately Even though I dream of the sea at night, The waking world is a bucket of slop Not to find Holy Love, When they got used to living blindly. chorus How many can you resurrect? Only Lazarus blew up from his bunk And we are dead like logs, And there remains a quiet roar for us Say hello to the clouds: I've been weaned from praying for a long time Where there are many false words and thoughts, I'm clinking my sword in a worn scabbard A night without Love was a close one: Answer with a Flood at least, my God! Why did we repeat the psalоms In front of deaf altars? chorus One, and I'm already in my late forties, But I'll flare up like black powder I'm coming! I'll be close! You smile at the sight of sparks! Meanwhile, midnight is creeping by, If there is no Love, poetry will help me It's getting warmer with every line, Teach me, God, to be patient! Empty is my Love's sheepfold: The moon will not stand the silence! In the cold glare of the starry windows I'm becoming a bit of a wolf. Thrusting thorns into the heart, The shadows were biting with pestilential longing chorus