Lyrics Любовь Тихомирова - Николай Заболоцкий - Царица мух

The winged gray-haired cock
 Night is everywhere.
 Like a star, the queen of flies
 Flies over the swamp.
 Beats with a sheer wing
 Body skeleton, naked
 On the chest is a wonderful pentacle
 All in the rays depicted.
 Sad pentacle on the chest
 Between two transparent wings,
 Like an initial sign
 Unsolved graves.
 There is a strange moss in the swamp
 Thin, pink, multi-legged,
 All transparent, a little lively,
 Despised by grass.
 Orphan, wonderful resident
 Remote poor places.
 That he promises a cloister
 A fly flying around.
 Fly, all the knocking wings.
 Unfolding the breast muscle
 Dropping in circles
 Wet tuff on the swamps.
 If you dream of torment
 You know the word Elohim
 Take a strange fly
 Plant a fly in a jar
 With a bank on the field, go.
 Follow the signs.
 If the fly makes a little noise -
 Underneath the copper lies.
 If the mustache leads -
 Calling you to silver.
 If flapping a wing -
 Under the feet of gold com.
 Quietly quiet the night sets in.
 The smell of poplars is heard.
 My spirit fades, freezes
 Between pines and fields.
 Sad marshes sleeping
 The roots of the grass move.
 Someone is groaning in the cemetery
 Bending the knoll to the knoll.
 Someone moans, someone cries
 Stars are pouring from above.
 Here moss looms in the distance.
 Fly, fly, where are you?