Текст песни Шиш Брянский - Дружок

Poems by Mikhail Kuzmin

It's all about the present, my friend,
I'm talking about the present time.
A hunting horn hung from the sky
At the window I am burning on the coals, -
Look at the Chinese dawn
Go out together on a dewy meadow,
So that the fresh wind will burn our cheeks!

An ocean steamer gleams with copper.
Far away land, meet new travelers!
The people are swarming with an anthill,
The lanterns are full of outlandish Shanghai.
Amber in curls of fragrant tea ...
Swallows flying the rose of the sky
The road table d'hote trembles like crystal.

Dreams melt like a feathery cloud
Fixed, airy and light
In thin gold of trembling height
Like a backwater of a swampy river -
The warmth of a holy, invisible hand
From the dream leads us to emptiness
To the strange marinas where you and I live.

1920