Текст песни Сергей Круль - Мой лес вечерний

I dream of unearthly sadness
tongueless tongue
and I'm not sick at all,
but just sad.

Without stepping back, without fear
not tormented by the role,
universal melancholy merged
with heartache.

Among other worries and deeds
on a gray firmament
I got sick at the right time
dream and faith.

Not a contemplator, not a villain,
not infidel yet,
I cannot love people
forgive me God!

Falling to the invisible shoulder
evil nights,
I don't want anything in the world
share with them.

There is no pride in my words -
what pride? -
only loneliness and fear
I hunch under them.

The soul is with the earth its kinship
ready to forget
then that there is nothing
saint on it.

How few bright days in life
how many blacks!
I cannot love people
crucified God.

Yes, death - and that - does not need them for future use,
only meat in a hole, -
who doomed the tender sky
greed and shame.

Until death has erased
traces of thorns
my brothers and sisters are closer to me
my evening forest.

Even the savages have
longing and memory.
Hurry, Lord, hurry
sink into painlessness.

Hurry, Lord, hurry
from evil and falsehood,
from recognition and sorrow
sail away! ..

Boris Chichibabin 1978