Текст песни Ольга Богомолець - Поезія згубила камертон

Poetry lost its tuning fork (poem by Lina Kostenko)

Poetry has lost its tuning fork.
Someone conducts elbows and knees.
Both the tone and the overtone rang out,
and the first violin smells of mothballs.
Poetry has lost its tuning fork.
Overblown, purple and fabulous.
And looks like a twisted python,
treble clef in scary eyes words.
In truth, my head hurt
from garlic, politics and tar.
Words are separated from the truth
somewhere running on a gray platform.
Poems go away like trains.
Dummy stanzas thunder on the rails.
But where? Where are they, where ?!
Poetry on the verge of disaster.
And will we stop or catch up?
The cars are leaving, thanks to the wheels ...
But they are empty in the future!
How do we look the descendants in the eye ?!