Текст песни Роберт Рождественскй - Людям, чьих фамилий я не знаю.

In the morning,
      Peace in the world
blue grass
in the dew ...

I do not know your names -
know what
that is known to all:
infinite universe breathes,
racing rocket
as the sun clots.
It -
     your dreams and insights
Your knowledge.
Your insomnia.
Know only,
      somewhere
             zealously,
in anticipation of war thunder
for nothing
the severity of reactive
bend airfields!
Do not take the risk they are.
Do not dare.
      your strength
they fear.
They call you:
              "Atomists"
refer to modestly
         "Rocket troops ..."

Dear comrades,
only known
not secured.
You are given awards
             behind the scenes.
Next to us you are.
And not with us.
we
  your names
            We do not know
Only you and this
We agree.
From someone else's eyes are covered,
sheltered from any glance -
that's that -
                    necessary.
Nothing helped -
                    necessary.
Oh, the stark reality of the century! ..
People in someone's headquarters
                  stubborn.
It makes someone's intelligence
ambitious plans
and notes
     big
          spreads ...
Only you
to the money!
You have the gift of
      bright and confidently -
if it went
on this,-
put b
      at the feet of Humanity
all to the last drop
            sverhsekrety!
What you only napridumali different!
It is necessary
      and surprise!
You know something that the mind
no bounds
not foreseen.
How would people breathe easy!
How would people lyubilos light!
And whatever thoughts
fought
hemispheric
the world! ..
But until that blows over the world
slightly softens
Distrust.
But while
      diplomats high
compose messages
soft -
for the time being
nevertheless
you stay
nameless.
Nameless.
Unsociable.
Ingenious invisible ...

Each student in the world to come
your life
      will show off ...
Low-low bow to you,
                        people.
You,
  great.
No names.
1960
Robert Rozhdestvensky.