Текст песни А.Я. Розенбаум - Музыка или стихи

How often at night in the echo of footsteps
The stanza trembles, staggers and breaks ...
I rarely succeed in verse without music -
I have to hear the music of poetry.
I must feel the motive of my soul
Words without music are dead in my art
As the trench parapet is dead without a soldier -
He alone will not frighten anyone.
How to understand the sound of phrases:
Where to shout, where to whisper on the right note?
Poems and music, you are a song - flesh of flesh!
Poems and music - I do not share you!
I have to read in every beat
A poem written in sounds
And distinguish between meditation, joy, torment,
But write down these feelings in the notes.
What a fool said that a song is a verse!
What an ignoramus has exalted music!
Who so humiliated the song thought
In your cool rants!
And I, lost in song delirium,
I repeat like a spell again
That a musician is only one who hears the word
A poet is only one who is in tune with music.