Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Мне ни к чему одические рати

I do not need odic rati
And the austere beauty of the elegiac .
For me , everything should be out of place in poetry ,
Not like humans.

When you knew from what rubbish
Grow poetry, without shame ,
As yellow dandelion by the fence ,
As mugs and quinoa .

An angry shout , the smell of fresh tar ,
The mysterious mold on the wall ...
And verse already sounds , enthusiasm, gentle,
To the delight of you and me .