Текст песни на стих Брюсова - сумерки

Burning moon electricity
On curved long stems;
Telegraph strings ring
In invisible and gentle hands;
Amber Dial Circles
Magically lit over the crowd
And thirsty paving slabs
Touched cool peace.
Under the net captivatingly unsteady
The foggy square has subsided
And the evening kisses with a smile
Into the eyes - passing getters.
Like the quiet sounds of a clavier -
The distant murmurs of the day ...
Oh twilight! by the grace of the world
Get me drunk again!
May 5, 1906