Текст песни Арсений Тарковский - Вещи

Things

There are fewer and fewer things among which
I lived in childhood, remains in the world.
Where are the lightning lamps? Where is the black powder?
Where is the black water from the bottom of the well?

Where is "Isle of the Dead" in a decadent frame?
Where are the plush red sofas?
Where are the pictures of men with mustaches?
Where are the reed airplanes?

Where is Nadson the consumptive tricot,
Business cards on handsome lawyers
Smelling galoshes "Triangle"
And the ostrich bliss of sloping shoulders?

Where are the half-drunk Symbolists' curls?
Where are the tall futurists' supper?
Where are the slogans on the lindens and chestnuts,
Bandits crazy cutoffs?

Where is the solid sign and the letter "yat" with "fita"?
One is gone, the other has changed
And what was not separated by a comma,
That was separated by a comma and death.

I have done so little for the future
But only longing for the future
And I don't want to start over:
Maybe I didn't work in vain.

And where do the new companions have a guarantee,
That they belong to me by right?
I encroach on my grandson's toys
Great-grandson bread, great-great-grandson glory.

1957