Текст песни Алфеев - Песни о смерти

Little death song
Federico Garcia Lorka
Translation J. Serpina

Mossy Moons Non-Laying Plain
and left under the ground.
Blood plain antique.

Light yesterday and light coming.
Thin herbs is a non-living sky.
Light and darkness, over the sand standing.

In the Lunar Marchers, death I met.
Non-fat terrestrial plain.
The outlines of a little death.

On a high roof dog.
And hand left oblique
I crossed dry flowers
Intermittent rocks.

Above the cathedral from the ashes - the wind.
Light and darkness, over the sand standing.
The outlines of a little death.

Death and I - in sight of death.
Lonely man and near
The outlines of a little death.

And the moon is non-fatal plain.
And the snow hesitates and moans
Over the door, in the silence of the desert.

Man - and what? All this:
Lonely man and near
death. Plain. Safety of light.