Текст песни Нателла Болтянская - Посвящение Осипу Мандельштаму

"A stream of golden honey flowed from the bottle ..."
O. E. Mandelstam

Not death rattles, but the wonderful singing of sirens ...
Only a rough stroke of a dubious lot is drawn.
What is there, Osip Emilich, the breath of all Hippocrenes?
Cold Cherdyn has been signed off for you by the official road.

Ah, why does the Argonaut need the breath of eternal spring,
If the world is infected with a deaf weather everywhere,
And on my heart lies "... not feeling the country under me ..."
And in the notebook the sheets are distorted by the Stalinist ode.

God Apollo will not demand you to sacrifice,
To fly to the Parnassian heights to the sound of cithara,
Not for glory, in disgrace the prison carriage is carried,
And the frozen body was crucified on the camp bunks.

No, Athena cannot help you, oh Laertides!
There is no dear to your dove and the goldfinch Mandelstam ..
Here Charybdis and Scylla are all along the way.
The odyssey will end with a hastily dug hole.

Golden fleece, where are you, golden fleece?
All the way heavy sea waves rustled….
But, - leaving the ship, which has worked the canvas in the seas,
Odysseus did not return, full of space and time.