Текст песни А. Блок читает Человек-жираф - Одиночество

The river carried ice floes in the wind,
It was spring and the wind was howling.
From the melted fireplace
An obscure evening gloom floated.
And he sat in front of the fireplace,
He burned out and suffered
And with a gaze, once an eagle,
The cooled ash watched.
In the evening gloom floated up
Before him are visions of the past,
Waking up old sorrows
A game of disembodied shadows.
One, one, forgotten by the world
Powerless but still alive
From the gloom to the former idols
Nodded his tired head ...
A string of experienced friends
Enemies cruel features
Loved and loved faces
Floating from the gray darkness ...
They abandoned everything, forgotten everywhere,
No need to suffer and wait
There is only a pile of ash left
Observe with an extinct gaze ...
Where did his dreams go?
To what did the poor mind bow?
He remembered his tossing,
Woke up the anxieties of former thoughts ...
And it was sweet to be tired
Pleasing as never before
That my heart no longer wanted
No shocks, no labor,
No flattery, no love, no glory
No enlightenment, no loss ...
Memories are majestic
Like clouds embraced the sunset
Piled up a pile of towers
They built walls, cities
Where the sky was yellow and terrible
And formidable in his youth ...
From the melted fireplace
An indistinct twilight sailed and floated,
The river carried ice floes in the wind,
It was spring and the wind was howling.