Текст песни Илья Ид - P.S.2.1

Valery Bryusov

I was looking for madness
Me who requested anxiety
I mowed the Duma
Under the hum of wheels, in the metropolitan noise,
On the quiet bank threw rock.

And there is a blue breeze,
I'm cool autumn,
Humble violent rebel
I was given the world and tenderness
And ingratiantly joined me.

And between the pines of thin-government,
On the background of mystery blue,
Like a call from all volumes of Dolly, -
The guarantee of the recognition of the glowless, -
There was your look at me!