Текст песни Арсений Тарковский - Эвридика

EURIDICA

The human body
One, like a loner.
I'm sick of my soul
Solid shell
With ears and eyes
The size of a dime
And the skin is a scar on a scar
Wearing a skeleton.

Flies through the cornea
Into the heavenly chariot
On the ice spoke
Bird chariot
And hears through the bars
Living his prison
Forest and cornfield rattle,
The pipe of the seven seas.

The soul is sinless without a body,
Like a body without a shirt
No thought, no deed
Neither design nor line.
Riddle without a solution:
Who will return back
Dancing on that platform
Where is there no one to dance?

And I dream of another
Soul, in other clothes:
Burns, running across
From shyness to hope
Fire like alcohol, without a shadow
Leaves the earth
As a keepsake, a bunch of lilacs
Leaving on the table.

Child run, don't complain
Over Eurydice poor
And a wand around the world
Drive your copper hoop
At least a quarter of the hearing
In response to every step
And fun and dry
The earth is noisy in the ears.

1967