Текст песни Осип Мандельштам - TRISTIA

I learned the science of parting
In the bare- night complaints .
Chew oxen , and lasts Waiting -
Last hour Vigilius urban
And I fear the rite of the cock of the night,
When holding up traffic load of sorrow ,
Tearful eyes staring into the distance
And a woman crying mingled with the singing of the Muses .

Who can know the word & quot; parting & quot;
What we have to separation ,
What we promise barnyard exclamation,
When the fire is burning in the acropolis ,
And at the beginning of some new life,
When the passage is lazy ox chews
Why rooster , herald a new life,
On the city wall has wings ?

And I love the custom of yarn:
Warp shuttle spindle buzzing.
Look forward, like a swan's down ,
Already barefoot Delia flies!
Oh, our lives meager base
Where as poor language of joy !
It was the old days , everything will be repeated again ,
And sweet to us only a moment of recognition .

So be it : a transparent figure
On pure clay dish lies
How squirrel flattened skin,
Bending over the wax , the girl looks .
Not for us to speculate about the Greek Erebus ,
For women wax that men copper.
We just fall in battle lots
And they were given wondering die.