Garson No.2

Garson No.2, Garson No.2,

Na nashikh vetviakh pozhukhla listva;

I, mozhet, prava liudskaia molva,

I vse - tol'ko son, Garson No.2.

Vot stol, gde ia pil; vot viski so l'dom;

Napitok stal pyl', stol sdali v muzej.

A vot - za steklom -

Mumii vsekh moikh blizkikh druzej;

A ia tol'ko vstal na piat' minut - kupit' sigaret.

Ia vyshel projtis' v Latinskij Kvartal,

Svernul s Camden Lock na Nevskij s Tverskoj;

Ia vyshel - dukhovnyj, a vernulsia - mirskoj,

No mog by propast' - an net, ne propal.

Tak Garson No.2, Garson No.2,

To razum gorit, a to brezzhit edva;

No mysl' mertva, radost' moia, a zhizn' - zhiva,

I vse - tol'ko son, Garson No.2.

A kolokol'nyj zvon techet, kak elej;

Okh, moia dusha, vstan', pomolis' -

Nu chto zh ty speshish'?

A zdes' tishina, ikony bitlov, ladan-gashish;

A mne vse ravno - lish' by tebe bylo svetlej.

Tak Garson No.2, Garson No.2,

Na kladbishche - tish';

Na nashikh grobakh - tsvety da trava,

I, pokhozhe, prava liudskaia molva,

I vse - tol'ko son, Garson No.2;

A raz ehto son - chto zh ty stoish', Garson No.2?!