Текст песни Осип Мандельштам - Стихи о неизвестном солдате

Let this air be a witness
His long-range heart
And in the dugouts omnivorous and active
An ocean without a window is a substance ...

How wonderful these stars are!
They all need to look - for what?
In condemnation of the judge and witness,
Into the ocean without a window, substance.

Remembers the rain, inhospitable sower, -
Nameless manna of him, -
How wooded crosses marked
Ocean or combat wedge.

There will be people cold, frail
Kill, chill, starve
And in his famous grave
Unknown soldier laid.

Teach me swallow
Unlearned to fly
Like me with this airy grave
To cope without a rudder and wing.

And for Mikhail Lermontov
I will give you a strict report
How a stoop teaches a grave
And the air hole attracts.

Stirring grapes
These worlds threaten us
And hang by stolen cities
Golden rumors, sneakers,
Toxic cold berries -
Tensile constellations tents,
Gold constellations fats ...

Decimal through ether
Light milled into a beam of speeds
Starts a number, opaque
Light pain and moth zeros.

And beyond the field field, the field is new
A triangular flying crane
The news is flying in a dusty renewal
And from the battle of yesterday it is light.

The news flies in a dusty renewal:
- I'm not Leipzig, I'm not Waterloo,
I'm not a Battle of the Nations, I'm new
The light will be light from me.

Arabian mess, kroshevo,
Light of speed milled into a ray,
And with its slanting soles
The ray is on my retina.

Millions of people killed cheaply
Treading the path in the void -
Goodnight! all the best to them
On behalf of earthen fortresses!

Incorruptible sky trench -
The sky of large wholesale deaths -
Following you, from you, total
I rush my lips in the dark -

For funnels, for mounds, talus,
According to which he hesitated and hesitated:
Disordered - overcast, smallpox
And belittled - the genius of graves.

The infantry dies well
And the night choir sings well
Above a smile flattened by Schweik,
And over the Don Spear of Quixote,
And over the knightly bird metatarsus.

And friendship with a man is crippled -
They both find work
And knocks on the outskirts of the century
Crutches wooden family, -
Hey fellowship, earth globe!

For that, the skull must develop
On the forehead - from temple to temple, -
To his dear eye sockets
Could troops not pour in?

The skull develops from life
On the forehead - from temple to temple, -
With the purity of his seams, he teases himself,
Understanding the dome is clear
He foams the thought, dreams to himself
Bowl of bowls and homeland of the motherland,
A stitched cap with a star hem
Cap of happiness - Shakespeare's father ...

Clarity ash, vigilance sycamore
A little red rushes into her house
Like swooning overstock
Both skies with their dim fire.

We are allied with only that which is redundant,
Ahead is not failure, but measured
And fight for the living wage -
This glory to others is not an example.

And overstocking his consciousness
Semi-fainting being,
I drink this brew without a choice,
Eating my head under fire?

For that, the container was prepared
The charm in the empty space
To white stars back
A little red rushed into their house?

Hey, stepmother step star
Night, what will happen now and then?

Aortic blood poured
And it sounds in a row in a whisper:
- I was born in ninety-fourth,
I was born in ninety-second ...--
And in a fist clamping worn
Year of birth - with pride and herd
I whisper a bloodless mouth:
- I was born on the night of the second to the third
January in ninety one
A precarious year - and centuries
Surround me with fire.

March 1 - 15, 1937