Текст песни Crimson Beathoven - Осипу Мандельштаму посвящается

On pale blue enamel,
What kind of thought in April,
Birch branches raised
And imperceptibly evening.

The pattern is honed and small,
Froze thin mesh,
As on a porcelain plate
Drawing drawn by aptive -

When his artist is cute
Displays on glass solid,
In consciousness of minute power
In oblivion of sad death.