Текст песни Арсений Тарковский - Степь

Earth itself swallows
And the sky tychas head
memory loss patches
That man, the grass.

Grass - under horseshoes,
Soul - a bone in the box,
And just a word, just a word
The steppe is looming in the moonlight.

A steppe is as Nineveh,
And mounds boulders
They sleep like kings guard,
Opivshis tin moon.

The last word dies.
But the sky is moving until
Drill water passes again
Through hard shield mainland.

Dies thistles eyelash,
Sparkle grasshopper saddle
Like a rainbow, steppe birds
Rascheshet sleepy wing.

And sizom milk on his shoulders
From Paradise come to the steppe Adam
And the gift of reasonable direct speech
Vernet and birds and rocks,

Love delusions of self-awareness
Breathe, as the soul, in the grass roots,
The trembling of their names
Even in recreating sleep.

1961