Текст песни Арсений Тарковский - Словарь

I am a branch of the lower trunk of Russia,
I'm her flesh, and to my foliage
Reach damp strands, steel,
Linen, blood, bone,
Direct continuation of the roots.

There heights thrust my lord,
And because I'm immortal, yet
It flows through the veins - and the benefit of my pain -
Keys underground ice moisture
All eras and El sacred language.

I called to the life blood of all births
And all deaths, I lived at the time,
When people ring genius
Mute flesh of objects and phenomena
He animates, giving names.

Its vocabulary is open during the entire page,
From clouds to the Earth's depths.
- A reasonable question to learn bird
And sow a single sheet in Krynica,
Green, rdyany, rusty, gold ...

Arseny Tarkovsky. Verses of different years.
Moscow, "Contemporary" 1983.