Текст песни Н.Гумилев - А.Климов - П.Агуреева - Слово

On that day, when over the new world
God bowed his face then
The sun was stopped in a word
In a word, they destroyed cities.
And the eagle did not flap its wings,
The stars huddled in horror at the moon
If, like a pink flame,
The word floated above.
And for low life there were numbers
Like domestic cattle,
Because all shades of meaning
Smart number transmits.
Patriarch gray-haired, under my arm
Conquering both good and evil
Not daring to turn to the sound,
He used a cane in the sand to draw a number.
But we forgot that radiantly
Just a word in the midst of earthly troubles
And in the gospel of John
The Word is said to be God.
We set him the limit
The meager limits of nature.
And like bees in an empty hive,
Dead words smell bad.