Текст песни Федоров и Крузенштерн - Пан

Did you hear - dead pan,
and Apollo lives,
it goes into the plan
work from year to year.

It emits clicks,
it glow enveloped,
Great Pan is dead but -
so they say.

And you do not believe the rumors -
Spring is coming,
and starling and flies
who delivers the good?

Location swallowtail
and you, peacock?
And move the column -
Horn, tulumbas.

And Dryer Turkish
let fraction of the nursery,
knocking at the office:
Wake up, my friend, the poet.

We mow a fool-death.
Only one stone straight.
But whether or not harden?
Believe Bullfinch,

that despite the frost,
bear breast rose,
glorified thee
my brother Omar Khayyam.