Дмитрий Авилов - Парой волов
текст песни

A couple of oxen, but in two plows -
The ribbon of scarlet crooks - the horns -
From the edge to the edge along the field, in a circle,
So that the foot steps in the trail from the hoof.

They threw under their feet - how they buried -
Into the sprouted furrows a handful of seeds,
Birds circled in sunset, or
The ash fell on the wounds of blush.

They shouted something, whipped with a whip,
Something, of course, sang lingering,
As it should be at the cradle -
Only otherwise, and not about that.

Someone crawled in the arms,
As if looking for unity with bread,
Not having overcome the attraction of the earth,
Not feeling the attraction of the sky,

Sweat wiping his palm with a shovel,
Stingfully licked rusty lips
And, shuddering in an intermittent moan,
Sweeped, grinning, white teeth ...

Wet bastard, laughter-indomo,
Devastation of a trace and a ruin,
A dull echoing of the life of dogs,
The ridiculous half -smile of a trouser,

How did you dare to enter this house,
An illegitimate victim of a defamatory connection?
Apparently, the plowman raised you with his mouth,
Falling in exhaustion, directly from the mud ...

And the birds circled, as they turned it;
And people all lived, as if on a dispute,
Pulled and torn their seven -made,
Alien powerlessness without reproaching ...

What merits are charged to me,
That the right remedy is given to life -
Get up, smiling, in ash and earth,
In the great -grandfather believing stingy inheritance:
A couple of oxen, and two plows.