Текст песни АпокрифЪ - Плач Детей

Indifferent listening to curses
In the battle with the lives of perishing people,
Because of them, do you hear, brethren,
Quiet crying and complaints of children?

"In the golden age of childhood
All living lives happily,
Not working, with a jubilant childhood
A tribute of fun and joy takes.
Only we did not have a walk
On the fields, on the gold fields:
All day in the factories of the wheel
We twirl - we twist - we twirl!

The cast-iron wheel spins,
And buzzes, and winds the wind,
The head glows and swirls,
Heart beats, everything is going around:
The red nose of a ruthless old woman,
What is watching us through the glasses,
Walking flies on the walls,
Walls, windows, doors, ceilings, -
Everything and everything! Falling into a frenzy,
We begin loudly to shout:
- Wait, awful spin!
Give us a weak memory to collect! "
It is useless to cry and pray,
The wheel does not hear, does not spare:
Though die - the damned turns,
Though die - buzz - buzz - buzz!

Where are we, exhausted in captivity,
To rejoice, frolic and skip!
If they let us in the field now,
We would fall into the grass - to sleep.
We will soon be back home, -
But why are we going there? ..
It's sweet for us to not forget at home:
Will care and need meet us!
There, with a tired head
To the chest of his pale mother,
Sobbing over her and over her,
We'll tear her heart to pieces ... "
& lt; 1860 & gt;