Текст песни Андрей Широглазов - О русских поэтах

In Maturino roosters are crowing loudly,
as if calling to battle.
I've been writing poetry all night
and wrote a prayer.

I would like it otherwise, yes, apparently, it is impossible
once chose this road.
Russian poets have such a path -
to pray to God in verses.

Russian poets have a special way -
in the land of indifference and anger
save, save and fall asleep before the deadline
at the village churchyard.

Lying under a cross in a simple robe
with a blissful smile on their faces,
leaving to descendants a shabby volume,
to pray to God in verses.

In Maturino roosters are crowing loudly,
as if calling to battle.
I've been writing poetry all night
and wrote a prayer.

A line doubles in tired eyes
but in the sky an ethereal shadow
a hand appears through the clouds
in a silent blessing