Текст песни А. А. Блок - Фабрика

Factory
In the house next door Zsolt window.
In the evening - Evening
Creak thoughtful bolts
Suitable persons to the gate .

And muffled locked gates ,
And on the wall - and the wall
Motionless someone black one
People believe in silence .

I hear all of my tops :
He copper voice calls
Bend back exhausted
At the bottom of the multitude .

They will wander off and ,
Leaned on the back of coolies .
And Zsolt windows laughed ,
What these poor spent .