Текст песни Александр Блок - Друзьям

Alexander Blok
"Friends"
                    Silence, damned strings!
                                  (A. Maikov)

 To each other we are secretly hostile,
 Envious, deaf, alien,
 And as if to live and work,
 Not knowing the age-old enmity!

 What to do! After all, everyone tried
 To poison your own house,
 All walls are impregnated with poison,
 And there is nowhere to lay down the heads!

 What to do! Having lost faith in happiness,
 From laughter we go crazy
 And, drunk, we look from the street,
 How our houses crumble!

 Traitors in life and friendship,
 Empty wasteful words,
 What to do! We clear the way
 For our distant sons!

 When under the fence in the nettle
 The miserable bones will rot,
 Some late historian
 Will write an impressive work ...

 That's just torturing, damn,
 In innocent people
 Years of birth and death
 And a heap of bad quotes ...

 The sad part is so difficult,
 It's so difficult and festive to live,
 And to become an assistant professor,
 And the critics of the new produce ...

 Bury in the fresh weeds,
 Forget to sleep forever!
 Silence, damned books!
 I never wrote you!