Текст песни Сергей Яковенко - Сверчок

Poems of the Arseny of Tarkovsky "Cricket" (1940)

If the truth is to say, I'm on the blood - home cricket,
Reserved song I sing over the sebo ash,
And one for me will prepare steep boiling water,
And the other for me will prepare the sixth golden.

Traveler remembers my voice in the distant edge,
Even if I proceeds on a sultry cycade.
I myself do not know who gave my poor violin,
I only know that I, like a cicada, is rich in songs.

How many Russian consonants in full-blooded language,
How many saying I folded in Lubyana boxes,
To smoked children in my luban box,
In the old violin of bustling with the only copper string.

You do not hear me, my voice is like a clock behind the wall,
And listen only - and I will negone
I will sum up the whole house: wake up, I'm watching night!
And the district will be called a signaling pipe.