Текст песни Любава Малышева - Рильке

One reward is for the one
Who is lonely like Rilke -
Someday, at the end of days
Taking by storm another world,
Sending the dead gods away,
And turning around with a hairpin
Sit so that you can see better
That you are with an open back.

While the envelope is being sealed
Two loving Russians -
Blushing, listening to the lesson
Anticipating forgery -
Watch when the moment comes
And a clam shell
It will open slightly: exhale - inhale ...
All for a couple of lines.

Driven into the ground up to the waist, but
Who knows that again
A cheerful guard will swing
One reward to him -
Faithful is the Lennik, the grain is growing,
If the basis is simple -
Sharpened pencil
Will be sent to jail.

Why knock the door with your shoulder
Or jump through the window?
If you wait a little -
Sharpness takes its toll.
One reward - nothing to do with
Having given birth to a worthy book,
Having shot the cowardly host,
Throwing a spear accurately.