Текст песни Михаил Анчаров - Органист

Growth I
 No more valenki:
 All look at me
 Down.
 And I organist
 Too small.
 Still, I
 Organist!

 I walked to the body,
 Creaking floorboards.
 His small stature
 I swear.
 All come
 Listen to the singer.
 And no one wanted -
 Me.

 I thought we Plowman
 Honor the virgin soil,
 In Warrior -
 Fear of the enemy.
 Diplomat their
 Represents the country,
 I present
 Body!

 I went and sat down.
 And without a shadow of fear,
 Like lightning, clear
 And quickly,
 I aimed the hall
 Bach Toccata
 And pressed
 Bass register.

 Oh, just the music -
 Not words -
 Stirred up
 Terra firma.
 Sounds floated
 Over the heads of
 Insinuating,
 Death:

 And if the ancient gods
 Murmur,
 And if the far
 Alarm,
 And if all
 Giants Europe
 Twitched
 In their graves.

 And the sounds started
 Undead souls.
 And the call of love
 Grew.
 And fiction, evil,
 Hate undead
 Fled,
 As the cross.

 Bach composed -
 I stir
 Lead pipes
 Hurricane.
 The fact that I have made -
 Genius lived.
 But we made the call
 Body!

 I have seen:
 The gallery was running to the scene,
 Where am I
 In tokkatnom delirium.
 And I saw:
 Foreign minister
 Cried
 In the first row.

 Oh, how I feared
 Do not fall down,
 Huge its growth
 I swear.
 Oh, how I wanted to
 They merge!
 To those who, vzdev
 Shaken by a person
 From the bottom up
 Looking at me!