Текст песни Александр Дулов - Дурной сон

Poems by Konstantin Balmont

It seems to me that I did not leave Russia,
And that there can be no changes in Russia.
And there are pigeons in it. And the wise are serpents.
And many wolves. And a row of prison walls.

The "Inspector's" filth is in it. All Gogol's horror.
And Gleb Uspensky is alive. And Shchedrin is alive everywhere.
Sometimes a fire will sparkle, suddenly showing up,
And again the poor son fell to the ground of the earth.

They stand outside the window. Submit. Burned out.
You have an unexpected guest. That is a blue uniform.
A courteous person. Amiable indeed.
I made myself a feast from your diaries.

And for a hundred miles lies untruth, litigation, disputes,
For a thousand - resentment and trouble went.
Vain conversations buzz like flies
And the blood does not count. And tears are like water.