Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Парой волов

A pair of oxen and two plows -
Ribbons of scarlet horn -
From edge to edge across the field, in a circle,
That in a trace from a hoof there was a foot.

Thrown at their feet - as they buried -
In the furrowed handful of seeds,
The birds circled in the sunset, or
Ash poured over blush wounds.

Something shouted, whipped whip
Something, of course, sang protracted
As befits a cradle -
Only differently, and not about that.

Someone crawled into a hug
Like looking for unity with bread,
Not having overcome the land
Not feeling the attraction of the sky,

Sweat wiping a shovel palm
Gingerly licked rusty lips
And, shuddering in an intermittent groan,
Scheril, grinning, white teeth ...

Wet bastard, naughty laughter,
The devastation of trail and ruin,
The life of a dog is a deaf echo,
Trezor's ridiculous half-smile,

How dare you enter this house
An extramarital victim of disreputable communication?
Apparently, the farmer raised you mouth
Falling in exhaustion, right out of the mud ...

And the birds circled as they seduced;
And people all lived, as if in a dispute,
Drawn and tore their family living,
Someone else's helplessness without reproach ...

What merits are imputed to me
That life is given the right means -
To rise, smiling, in the ashes and earth,
In great-grandfather's faith a mean inheritance:
A pair of oxen and two plows.