(Текст предоставил: Владимир Рябов)
Это, как видно, довольно вольный, но, надеюсь, не фривольный перевод песни Владимира Ланцберга "Кошачий вальс"
Владимир Рябов ABC music - drops on the pane, Roof 's like the organ of ice, Bright personality – Tom the Insane, There is one such a guy. Sing, handsome Tom, in the street all night, Gentle nocturne of woe, Sing until July, then off we fly, To Solovkies we’ll go. Well but July’s too slow to approach, Seems like the time is shy, Dark individual – the Snow of March, That is another guy. Melt, buddy Snow, while the day is fine, Flow to the endless sea – Once in the end of this fucking time The Solovkies we’ll see. We’ll hit the road through the mess of the past, Look – as if out of mind A flock of linen’s tearing off fast In the balcony wind. We’ll hit the road, with the wind gone off, And it seems good to start Trying our violins in the loft, Learning this waltz by heart. 2007