Текст песни Свиридов Патетическая оратория - 4 Наша земля

Earth
where air,
as sweet morse
Throw
and rush, death, -
But land,
from which
together Merz,
over
Dislike it is impossible.

Can
forget,
where and when
Tubes rags
and zaoban
But land,
with which
Along the hungry -
it is forbidden
never
forget!

I have seen
places
where is fig
Rosie
easily
At my mouth, -
To such
Treat
otherwise.

But land,
which
conquered
and semi-bodied
Lucky
where with a bullet stand up
with a rifle lie down
Where is the drop
Running with the masses -
With so.
Earth
Come
for life,
for work
on the holidays
And for death!