Текст песни Константин Бальмонт - В домах

In agonizingly close Gromada homes
Living ugly pale people
Bound memory faded words
     Forgetting about the creative miracle.

All bored in their lives. Fall in love with someone ,
Immediately impose a heavy chain.
" Well, what are you happy? " - " Yes , well ... nothing ..."
     Oh, yes, there is nothing ridiculous!

And wither , withdrawn into their tombs .
And somewhere in the air rush birds .
What bird ? Wise human ghosts
     Beetles , spiders and woodlice .

All integrally in the vastness of the uninhabited desert ,
Desire to escape freely desire .
There's no sense of suspected shrines ,
     There's no nailed to devotion.

Freedom, freedom ! Who knew you,
He knows how to free dispensing of the river.
And if an avalanche sweeps ruining ,
     Avalanche beautiful forever .

Who was close to death and saw her ,
He knows that life is deep and beautiful.
O people , I listened to his heart,
     And I know that your - miserably !

Yes, if only you could understand ...
But here in front of me slammed the door ,
And in the cells of the dwarves froze again
     Babble : " We are people , not animals ."

I curse you , people . Live in the dark.
Tosca in the measured causal fear .
Pale in excruciating your homes .
     You go to the penalty of execution !