Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - Николаю Рубцову

NIKOLA RUBTSOV

The lantern swings like a drunk.
Either darkness, now light, now darkness, now light ...
Shaky but stubborn
An unrecognized poet is walking.
A wife jealous of the word.
The line is torn off the pen.
Scars on the name of Rubtsov,
As from a dashing ax.
Melancholy meows like a kitten.
Darkness scratches at the windows.
Grieves in the graveyard darkness
Quatrain of the cross.
Without faith in the word, everyone is an atheist.
Light up a candle and you will understand.
No wonder the collection of poems
So it looks like a prayer book.
The breathing of the pages is barely audible.
But peace is alien to the sparks of God.
And between the printed lines he writes
Forgiveness with an angelic hand.
Either darkness, now light in the village of Totma.
Love gone mad.
And life and death are one two-volume book,
Where light and darkness are inseparable.

Leonid Kornilov