Вчера [Vchera] [English translation]

On cold nights

Over large cities


You fly to me.

Scattered clothes

Crumbled hopes

Overhead.

You see down below - on the roofs

The bursting wind searching

For where to sleep.

Frozen wet posters

And earth with asphalt breathing

Waiting for spring.

Yesterday you were so tired
...

Yesterday you came back at the end of the day


For a long time on the window the rain looked on, knocking,

But did not find me...

For a long time on the window the rain looked on, knocking,

But did not find me...

With the air close behind his shoulders

different silhouettes
,

I go through fear.

Millions of fine lines,

A city in white web

Until morning.

Every look is unwary

Penetrating the skin


It’s a sign.

I’m afraid, amongst the passerbys,

It seems I don’t recognize you anymore.




Yesterday you were so tired
...

Yesterday you came back at the end of the day


For a long time on the window the rain looked on, knocking,

But did not find me...

For a long time on the window the rain looked on, knocking,

But did not find me.

• Artist:Gorod 312