Текст песни Константин Бальмонт - Уроды

I like you bitterly, about poor freaks,
Dilubborn, chrome, hunchback,
Poor slaves who have not known freedoms
Frows, broken by the freight waves.

And you are my roads, painful dreams
Cruel mother, ruthless nature,
Cacti curves, whiten shoots,
And snakes and lizards rejected birth.

Plague, leprosy, darkness, murder and trouble,
Gomorra and Sodom, blind cities,
Hope are predatory with open lips -

Oh, there is also a series for you in a prayer!
In the name of the Lord, Blessed Always,
I bless you, yes there will be happiness with you!