Текст песни Александр Матюхин - Н. Рубцов. Я люблю судьбу свою

I love my destiny
I'm running from obscurations!
I'll stick my face in the wormwood
And get drunk
Like an evening beast!
How many miracles were there
On a holy and ancient land,
Only the dark forest remembers!
He is napping today.
From the snowy ice
I raise my knees
I see a field, wires
I understand everything!
Vaughn Yesenin - in the wind!
The block stands slightly in the fog.
Like an extra at a feast
Khlebnikov is a modest shaman.
Are they too -
Just woeful shadows?
And no lights shine on them
New Russian villages?
Is it really in its turn
Death will hang over me, -
Head like a ripe fruit
Will it fly away from the branches of life?
We will all die.
But there is a reason
That you were born a poet
And the other is born a reaper ...
Let's all leave.
But that's not the point...