Текст песни Шостакович - 14 симфония.7. В ТЮРЬМЕ САНТЭ

Words by Guillaume Apollinaire
Translated by M. Kudinov

I was stripped naked
When they were taken to prison;
Struck by fate from around the corner
I am cast into darkness.
Goodbye merry round dance.
Goodbye girlish laughter.
There is a grave vault above me.
Here I died for everyone.
No, I'm not that one.
Not at all the same as before:
Now I'm a prisoner
And here is the end of hope.
In some pit like a bear
I walk back and forth.
And the sky ... it's better not to look -
I'm not happy with the sky here.
In some pit like a bear
I walk back and forth.
Why did you bring me this sorrow?
Tell me, almighty god.
Oh have mercy! There are no tears in my eyes
The face looks like a mask.
You see how many unhappy hearts
Beats under the vault of the prison!
Tear off the crown of thorns from me,
Otherwise he will scream into my brain.
The day is over. Overhead lamp
Burning surrounded by darkness.
Everything is quiet. There are only two of us in the cell:
I and my reason.