Текст песни Солженицын А.И. Тюремные стихи - МЕЧТА АРЕСТАНТА

DREAM prisoner

Now I used to - but in the village of Altai,
Where is the train wakes up quiet,
Where the golden adage:
"The less you know - better sleep."

Though I am still alive, and the other - cut to pieces ...
What used my bitterness - yes that?
No!! To pay life - syznachala
No such philosophical systems!

Ten years I rotted in the tomb,
Ten winters nabezhit hair ...
I - to roam the steppe today
And to meet the rise in oats.

would differ from the elm - ash,
From siskin and tits - goldfinch,
Knowing the habits of bream, crucian carp,
Know the signs of rain, heat.

I - to Altay! high aspirations
I pay tribute to and be with me.
I'm sad for the cow gree,
By horse grin smile.

I used - izbёnku lower. not at all
Not happy vzmuchaya darkness
I would teach children, but only
Arithmetic and writing.

1946