Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Батюшков

Don't go, Lord, I'm a thunderstorm
Live in anguish for thirty years
Like Batyushkov is insane
Settled in Moscow.

To declare to all the people,
Fearing no longer, as of old,
That the killer of Nesselrode,
That the criminal is the sovereign.

Become touchy like children
Take under a shabby roof
Italian blue wind
Ice of the Aland Islands.

Thirty years not to know a single line,
Forget about the calendar
And shout in one shirt:
"I myself am the king of Pinda!"

And sit quiet for hours
Fearing to approach the window
And suddenly die of typhus,
As in the civil war.

March 12, 1977, 'Academician Kurchatov', Pacific Ocean