Чёрный пёс Петербург - морда на лап

Чёрный пёс Петербург - морда на лапах,
Стынут сквозь пыль ледяные глаза.
В эту ночь я вдыхаю твой каменный запах
Пью названия улиц, домов поезда.
Черный пёс Петёрбург - птичий ужас прохожих,
Втиснутых в окна ночных фонарей.
На Волковском воют волки, похоже,
Завтра там будет еще веселей.

Этот зверь никогда никуда не спешит.
Эта ночь никого ни к кому не зовёт.

Чёрный пёс Петербург - я слышу твой голос
В мёртвых парадных, в хрипе зонтов.
Твои ноты разбросаны всюду, как ворох,
Капли крови на чёрствых рублях стариков.
Чёрный пёс Петербург - крыши, диваны,
А выше поехавших крыш пустота.
Наполняются пеплом в подъездах стаканы,
В непролазной грязи здесь живет пустота.

Этот зверь никогда никуда не спешит.
Эта ночь никого ни к кому не зовёт.

Чёрный пёс Петербург - рассыпанный порох,
Тайны этих стен гробовой тишины.
Дышит в каждом углу по ночам странный шорох,
Здесь любой монумент в состоянии войны.
Чёрный пёс Петербург - время сжалось луной,
И твой старый хозяин сыграл на трубе.
Вы молчите вдвоем, вспоминая иное,
Расположение волн на Неве.

Чёрный пёс Петербург - ночь стоит у причала,
Завтра в путь, я не в силах судьбу отыграть.
В этой тёмной воде отражение начала,
Вижу я, и как он не хочу умирать.
Чёрный пёс Петербург - есть хоть что-то живое
В этом царстве оплёванных временем стен?
Ты молчишь, ты всегда в состоянии покоя,
Даже в тяжести самых крутых перемен.

Этот зверь никогда никуда не спешит.
Эта ночь никого ни к кому не зовёт.

Только я, только ты, я, ты, я, ты.
Сердце, наше сердце живет.

Этот зверь...
Эта ночь...

Только я, только ты, я, ты, я, ты.
Сердце, наше сердце живет.

Наше сердце поёт...

Результаты (английский) 1:

Chyornyj pyos Peterburg-muzzle on paws,Stynut through dust icy eyes.That night I inhale your scent stonePugh street names, House train.Black dog Petërburg-bird horrified bystanders,Packed in the box the night lights.The wolves howl Volkovsky seemsTomorrow there will be even more fun.This beast will go nowhere in a hurry.The night did not call anyone.Chyornyj pyos Peterburg-I hear your voiceThe dead front, the hripe umbrellas.Your notes are scattered everywhere like a heap,A drop of blood on the Russian čërstvyh the elderly.Chyornyj pyos Peterburg-roofs, sofas,While the above line-up roof void.Filled with ash in the hallways drinking cupIn a thick mud here lives the emptiness.This beast will go nowhere in a hurry.The night did not call anyone.Chyornyj pyos Peterburg-spilled powder,Secrets of the walls of the coffin of silence.Breathes in every corner of the strange noise at night,Here any monument in a State of war.Chyornyj pyos Peterburg-time sank MoonAnd your old boss played the trumpet.You keep silent together, remembering nothing butLocation of waves on the Neva.Chyornyj pyos Peterburg-night stands at WharfTomorrow, in a way, I can play fate.In this dark water reflection began,I see, and how he did not want to die.Chyornyj pyos Peterburg-there is something aliveIn this Kingdom oplëvannyh time walls?You are silent, you're always at rest,Even in the severity of the coolest change.This beast will go nowhere in a hurry.The night did not call anyone.Just me, just you, I, you, me, thou.Heart, our hearts lives.This beast ...This night ...Just me, just you, I, you, me, thou.Heart, our hearts lives.Our heart sings of ...

Результаты (английский) 2:

Black dog Petersburg - a muzzle on paws,
get cool dust through the icy eyes.
That night I breathe in the smell of your stone
Pew street names, house train.
Black dog Petёrburg - bird horrified passers-by,
to squeeze into the windows of night lights.
On Volkov howling wolves seem
Tomorrow there will be even more fun. This beast had not in a hurry. That night no one to no one calls. Black dog Petersburg - I hear your voice in the dead parade in the umbrella rattle. Your notes are scattered everywhere, like a heap, drops of blood on the stale rubles old. Black dog Petersburg - roofs, sofas, And above went to the roof void. Filled with ashes in the hallways glasses in thick mud empty lives here. This animal never not in a hurry. That night no one to no one calls. Black dog Petersburg - spilled powder, Secrets of the walls sepulchral silence. Breathe in every corner of the night a strange rustling, where every monument in a state of war. Black dog Petersburg - while the moon sank, And your old master played the trumpet. You are silent together, remembering nothing but the waves Location on the Neva River. Black dog Petersburg - the night is at the berth, tomorrow in a way I can not win back the destiny. In this dark water reflected the beginning, I see, and how he did not want to die. Black dog Petersburg - there is at least something alive In this realm of time spat upon the walls? You are silent, you're always at rest, even in the most abrupt changes of gravity. This animal is never in a hurry. That night no one to no one calls. Only me, only you, me, you, me you. The heart, our heart lives. This beast ... This night ... Only me, only you, me, you, me, you. The heart, our heart lives. Our heart sings ...

Результаты (английский) 3:

Black hound St. Petersburg - paws for paws,
Стынут through dust ice eyes.
in this night i the sky's dark thy stone smell
iced the names of streets, houses train.
Black hound St. Petersburg - avian horror passers,
The Втиснутых window night lights.
The Mikalay Autukhovich straightforward answer." wolves, it seems,
tomorrow there will be a further three four.lord This beast will never nowhere does not hesitate.
this night anyone nor to whom does not unsettle.lord Black hound Petersburg - I hear your voice
The dead knights, хрипе umbrellas.
thy notes are scattered everywhere, as well as prime minister Netanyahu blasted,
drops blood screamed at usd elderly.
Black hound Petersburg - roof, sofas,
A above поехавших roofs emptiness.
Filled ash in required signage sleeves,
IN непролазнои dirt here is emptiness.lord This beast will never nowhere did not hesitate.
this night anyone nor to whom does not unsettle.lord Black hound Petersburg - loose toner should clear from powder,
Secrecy democratic state under these walls silence.
breathing in each corner of the night a strange shove,
here any monument in a state of war.
Black hound St. Petersburg - time cowered deeper moon,
and your old boss played on the tube.
you tarry here requires two,As I contemplate otherwise,
Location waves at the Neve.lord Black hound St. Petersburg - per person per night is at the pier,
tomorrow in the path, i do not in the force destiny Daan.
in this dark water reflected the beginning,
i will make, and as he did not want to die.
Black hound St. Petersburg - is at least that of the lively
in the enthronement оплеванных time walls?
tried, you are always in rest condition,
even in gravity the most steep change.lord This beast will never nowhere does not hesitate.
This night anyone nor to whom does not unsettle.lord i only, only you, i, you, i, you.
the heart, our heart is living.lord This beast ...
this night ... i am the only Lord, only you, i, you, i, you.
the heart, our heart live.Lord our heart sings ...