Mice in the basement 1 For how long this winter will sag on the leads How long that spring will be just a shadow in my eyes
Listen, no one mustn’t hear Even the mice in the basement: Take me away from here
2 They’ve already sang all the songs And have played all the roles Have hided to the pockets all their grated coins and the willpower But they don’t hurt The don’t hurt being shooted The don’t hurt being played by others They don’t write poems, when no one loves them.
3 With them we can check points On their gravestones put our signs Instead of the names But still take a bow We don’t have to open doors to them And believe all their lies And to dream without knowing yourself But I am tired of it