Александр Левин - Инстектарий
текст песни

I N S E K T A R I Y
(songs of heaven and earth)

1.
Mosquitoes flew by,
like steel airships,
in all directions, like sabers,
sharp legs stuck out.
Their joints grind,
their engines muttered,
and their wings are mica
We were not weakened by the flight.

Mosquitoes flew by
in the third to fifth ocean,
in the Atlantic space,
in the arctic hurricane,
furrowed parallels
under the constellation Capricorn,
bright eyes burned
from the tropical darkness.

They were sticking out and moving,
they waved and fluttered,
their pierced turbodrills
spinning menacingly.
But from internal sadness
sang like cellos
and outward sorrows
illuminated the entire surrounding area.

Mosquitoes flew by,
a heavy wind rose,
insect bodies
took up all the space
birds of anger and sadness
black waves rose.
Mosquitoes flew by,
mosquitoes were passing by!

2.
Menacing black spidertail
moves on the pole,
casting a black gloss,
leading with a red eye.
He weaves electrical networks,
so that everyone sticks to them
and to drink from any
electricity it.

The battery flew by
sluggishly flapped its wings
and got caught on the wire,
and got lost in the net.
The poor thing squeaked quietly,
dropping the spark from my eye,
and sudden spider cable
said ulalaum to her.

Then the light bulb flew
all so transparent
to find a patron
something forty volts.
The beauty just gasped
under high voltage,
and a terrible spider cable
said ulalaum to her.

There was a simple battery
for regular work
he did his exercises in the morning,
he felt good
but, thinking about something,
didn't notice the black network,
and the villainous Spiderman
ulalum told him.

Day after day goes by like this
in an endless series
batteries and sockets
disappear forever.
Only black spider cable
moves on the pole,
like black lightning
leading with a red eye.

3.
Lovely butterflies,
letutanki and tamonki,
cheerful, naked,
white, mottled,
pillow showers,
two wings, two antennae,
two wedges, two spots,
two packs, two dots.

Oh, butterfly, oh, baby,
flew in the distance
and silk ribbon
was in her hand.
She waved the ribbon
beckoned away
oh, silly ones, oh, little ones
winged men.

"Fly, mothbirds, -
the little butterfly sings, -
ate and drank,
and the time is coming.
Mustachioed, pot-bellied,
in beautiful boots,
fly to us, guys!" -
the butterfly sings.

"We will fly away
into the distant bushes,
we'll be squats
for thick flowers.
Fly to us, flutter,
love us and caress us,
oh, glorious, oh, dear!" -
the butterfly sings.

Little Flyer,
empty head,
not a cry girl, not a whimper,
He sings all the songs.
Not a piper, not a smart girl:
what grace
what could you think of?
but you can guess.

Ah, guessing child,
and that's all,
and without thinking about anything,
without knowing anything...

4.
When mosquitoes fly over the earth
and the air sparkles with articulated bodies,
the mosquitoes sing a sad song,
they sing a guttural song.
When there is a terrible spider cable on a pole
preparing to climb the electrical grid,
he touches with powerful paws
and sings a powerful song.
When the butterfly flies in the sky,
flyer with a ribbon in a white hand,
she sings a shameless song,
sings a love song.
But if, flying from the last sky
in the glow of rainbow, mesh eyes,
burning song, heavenly song
the angel sings Mukhail,
then the sad songs fall silent
and powerful songs and songs of love,
and he proclaims to the confused creatures
the eternal will of the Creator.
And the furry paws are modestly tucked in,
and the ringed trunk is tied in a knot,
but a black kernel in the flame of the sun
huge eyes see.