Текст песни Константин Бальмонт - Камыши

Midnight in the wilderness
A little audible, noiseless, rustling reeds.

What are they whispering about? What are they talking about?
Why do the lights in between burn?

Flicker, blink - and again they are gone.
And the wandering light reappeared again.

The reeds rustle at midnight.
Toads nest in them, snakes whistle in them.

A dying face trembles in the swamp.
That month the crimson sadly wilted.

And the moss smelled. And the dampness is creeping.
The bog will lure, squeeze, suck.

“Who? For what?” The reeds say, “
Why are the lights between us burning? "

But the month of sad silence wilted.
Does not know. Tilts its face lower and lower.

And, sigh repeating the lost soul,
The reeds rustle, silently, rustling.