Garson No.2 کے بول

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?!