Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Песенка о Московском муравье

I need someone to pray
Think of the simple ant
Suddenly I wanted to fall in nozhenki
To believe in his fascination

And then the rest left the ant
Everything seemed to him everyday
And the ant has created a goddess
In the image and its spirit

And on the seventh day in a certain moment
It emerged from the night lights
Without heavenly signs
Coat was easy on her

Everything is forgotten, and the joys and torments
He threw open the door to your accommodation
And kissing chapped hands
And her little old shoes

And their shadows swaying on the brink
Silent conversation they led
The beautiful and wise as gods
And sad as the inhabitants of the land

The beautiful and wise as gods
And sad as the inhabitants of the land.