Текст песни Александр Блок - З. Гиппиус

Woman, mad proud!
I understand your every hint
White spring fever
With all the anger of the tinkling lines!

All words are like hate stings
All words are like piercing steel!
Poison of the Drunk Dagger
I kiss the blade, looking into the distance ...

But in the distance I see - the sea, the sea,
A gigantic sketch of new countries,
I don’t hear your voice in a formidable choir,
Where the hurricane is buzzing and howling!

Scary, sweet, inevitable, necessary
I - to rush into the multi-foam shaft,
You - green-eyed mollusk
Sing, splash around the Irish cliffs.

High above us above the waves
Like a dawn over black rocks -
The banner is blowing - International!