Текст песни Андрей Вознесенский - Муравей

He sailed with me from that shore,
Borrowed in my boat.
Do not take him to the anthills:
From that shore - ant.

From that shore he probably
How Catholics - Strover,
Where needles to carry over
Areas not down, and up.

I would take you, the feature of the runaway,
Yes, in the crowd, do not understand who whose.
I myself do not have a bearing,
From that shore - ant.

From that coast, where with a frozen
Strawberry sides.
Even I do not have a bearing,
To move the shores.

A month later, like Bering,
He will add to his family,
But they will answer him: "From that shore,
From that shore - ant,
From that shore - ant
From that shore ... "