Текст песни Инна Чурикова - Комаровские наброски

Really and the guitar is flexible
Are all Dante's torments destined?
O. M.

This is how I see your appearance and look.
B.P.

Oh, Muse of Wailing ...
M.Ts.

... and here I gave up everything,

From every earthly good.

Spirit, keeper of "this place"

The forest snag has become.

All of us are not long away from life,
Living is just a habit.
It seems to me on the airways
Two voices roll call.

Two? - And also at the eastern wall,
In the thickets of strong raspberries,
Dark, fresh elderberry branch,
This is a letter from Marina.

1961, November
Harbor (hospital)