Текст песни Артюр Рембо - Богема

Stuck fists in the leaky pockets,
Under the sky, I tried in the distance, was, muse, your vassal.
What are the la-la-la! - I drew in dreams
Gorgeous love novels!

In their only, crushed pants
I tried, breaking the rhyme and dreaming.
To big bear my korts empty
Pressed. Rustic stars I heard in heaven.

In the grass snapped at the roadside road,
September evening, rone carefully
To me on the face of the dew, I knead the rhymes wreath.

And surrounded by fantastic shadows
On my shoes wounded by stones
As the lira strings, I pulled the shoelaces.

Translation M. Kudinov