Текст песни Мёртвые души - Отрывок

Do not you, Rus, that brisk neobgonimoy triple rushing? Smoke smokes the road under you, thunder bridges, everything lags behind and remains behind. The contemplator struck by God's miracle stopped: is it a lightning dropped from the sky? What does this terrifying movement mean? and what an unknown force is enclosed in these horses unknown to the light? Oh, horses, horses, what kind of horses! Do eddies sit in your manes? Is the ear sensitive in every vein? Hearing a familiar song from the height, together and at once strained the copper breasts and, almost without touching the hooves of the earth, turned into one elongated line flying through the air, and all the god-inspired rushing! .. Rus, where are you rushing? Give an answer. Does not give an answer. A bell is poured by a strange ring; the air rattles and becomes wind blown into pieces; everything that is on the earth flies by, and, squinting, they pore and give way to other nations and states.