Текст песни Николай Заболоцкий - Метаморфозы

How the world is changing! And how I myself am changing!
I’m called only one name
In fact, what they call me is
I am not alone. There are a lot of us. I'm alive
So that my blood doesn’t have time to cool,
I have died more than once. Oh how many dead bodies
I separated from my own body!
And if only my mind could see
And he pierced the piercing eye into the earth,
He would see there, among the graves, deep
Lying to me. He would show me
Me, wavering on the sea wave,
Me flying in the wind to an invisible land
My poor ashes, once so beloved.

And I'm still alive! Everything is cleaner and fuller
The spirit of the accumulation of wonderful creatures encompasses the spirit.
Wild nature. Alive among the stones
And the cereal is living and dead my herbarium.
Link to link and form to form. World
In all of its vibrant architecture -
Organ singing, sea of ​​pipes, clavier,
Not dying in joy or storm.

How everything is changing! What was a bird before
Now lies a written page;
Thought was once a simple flower
The poem walked a slow bull;
And what was mine, then maybe
Growing again and the world of plants is multiplying.

So, with difficulty trying to develop
Like a ball of some complex yarn,
Suddenly you will see what you should call
Immortality. Oh, our superstitions!