Текст песни Борис Слуцкий - Сон

Morning torps,
And the rain sprinkles.
I'm lying at the station
in the corner.
I'm still young and red
I am easy
on solid floor.

Still hair not addressed
And fellow lovers
Rows
Did not shy, did not go
From victory
And from trouble.

I fall asleep, which means:
Falling asleep me like sand
Sleep, who yesterday was
started
But a big piece remained.

Here I see myself in the Capterka,
And over her, shells sink.
Gymnasters. Yes, gymnasters!
Give us. Yes, give out!

Nineteenth birthday -
Twenty two
in forty-first year
I accept without objection,
As planned and as a star.

I go out, twenty dvukhlert
And completely ugly by himself,
In your decisive
And last,
And predicted song fight.

Lental Lenin ME
dream:
From the pedestal he goes to silence
And, stretching the desk,
He shakes my soul.