Текст песни Осип Мандельштам - нет, никогда ничей я не был современник

No, never, nobody, I was not contemporary,
I was honored to hand this.
Oh, how disgusted me some soimennik,
That was not me, it was different.

Two sleepy apple in a century-ruler
And the earthen beautiful mouth,
But mleyuschey aging hand son
He was dying, pripadet.

I raised the age of painful eyelids -
Two carotid large apple,
And I told rattlesnakes River
Progress in human inflamed litigation.

One hundred years ago, pillows whitened
Foldable lightweight bed,
And strangely fell clay body -
It was the end of the century the first hop.

Among the strident march of the world -
What light bed!
Well, if we do not forge another,
Let's take a century vekovat.

And a hot room, and a camping tent
Age is dying - and then
Two apples on carotid horny wafer
Shine feathery fire.

1924