Текст песни Charles Pierre Baudelaire - Веселый мертвец

Charles Baudelaire
& quot; Merry dead & quot;

I dig a deep , dark pit,
To the bowels healthy and full of snails
Fall at the bottom of the elements found last shelter
And the bones stretch out , iznyvshie from torture .

I am a single tear in the world did not ask ,
I cursed cemetery, rejected the bequest ;
And I myself ravens on funeral feast invited ,
To bring them to the island foul on worry .

About you , eyeless , earless friends
About worms ! came to see you dead hilarious , I ;
O ye philosophers , children of earthly corruptible !

Well crawl through me without regret flour ;
Or torture new opportunities for
Who - the corpse between corpses, in whom all have been dead ?