Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Кузнечик

Grasshopper

Okudzhava

Julia Kim

Well, than to please you, my grasshopper,
As soon as your space will announce the hymn?
Listen - it will cure the afflictions of,
And listen - rose from the dead.

What strings are fine,
What immediately after you enter the choir
The mysterious, sublime and passionate
Your green brothers and sisters?

What a miracle promises soon
Fly off to our land from a height,
With so easily, accompanied by the choir,
So loud you of confession?

You, too, from the poetic cohort
From our immortal regiment ...
I shout and cry. Perhaps your work Thrust
Posterity will not appreciate down.

Therefore, this thanks,
His hand, his madness
And the voice, when, flying to wheeze,
He reaches the sky.