Андрей Белый - Из окна вагона
текст песни

The train is crying. In the Dali relatives
The telegraph stretches the network.
Roosye fields fly.
I fly into the fields: die.

I'm flying: so empty, so aus ...
Fly - over there and there - here -
Fly - behind the villages of the village,
Flies - behind the whole weight; -

And a tavern, and a graveyard, and a child,
Falling asleep there at the breasts: -
There are miserable packs of huts,
There are wretched flocks of people.

Mother Russia! You are my songs -
Oh dumb, harsh mother! -
Here and give me a deaf, and more unknown
Non -packing life to open.

The train is crying. Gave relatives.
The telegraph stretches the network -
There - in the spaces your ice
With a bouquet autumn buzz.