Текст песни Максимилиан Волошин - На дне преисподней

AT THE BOTTOM underworld

   Memory of Alexander Blok and Gumilev

Every day all diche and all muffled
Deathly stiff night.
Foul wind, like a candle, extinguish life:
Neither call nor cry out, nor help.

Dark fate of the Russian poet:
Inscrutable rock leads
Pushkin under the gun,
Dostoevsky to the scaffold.

Perhaps a similar fate pull out,
Bitter Infanticide - Russia!
And at the bottom of your basement Sgin,
Or to slip in a pool of blood,
But your not leave Calvary,
From your graves will not deny.

Overpowering hunger or anger,
But fate would choose no other:
Dies, so dies with you,
And you, like Lazarus, rise from the grave!

January 12, 1922
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