Chto vizhu ya skvoz’ pelenu
Zatmivshuyu nashi glaznitsy?
I chuvstvo nemoe, chto v smute glubinno? tait·sya
Ya vizhu bezmolvno? prirody goryashchie dushi
Stradavshikh ot lyuda ruki il’ usopshikh v udush’e
Skvoz’ bol’, vdykhaya otravlenny? vozdukh ot gari
Bez slez, stonaya bezmolvno, oni umirali
Skvoz’ omuty grez, chto vizhu ya vsyudu?
Krik stradan’ya berez ot bezdushnogo lyuda
Bol’no mne...
Bol’no, da ot zhala khladnogo nozha
Tikho umirala, dlanyami drozha
Rany, na zem’ krov’ ronyaya po vesne
Gor’ko, da-li sil’no, sil’no bol’no mne!
Sladko moi korni spali vo zemle
Dlani pelenal-da tuman na zare
Gryeet, obzhigaya dushu, bol’ moya
Tikho i bezmolvno umirayu ya
Kholod?
Drev mertvye stany?
Ikh dlan’ obzhigaet menya skvoz’ pronzayushchi? svet
Chrez stoletiya rany my vzvoem ot boli
Chto nas bol’she net.
Tol’ko kholod i bol’
Vdykhaya otravlenny? vozdukh ot gari
Bez slez, stonaya, bezmolvno oni umirali
Skvoz’ omuty grez, chto vizhu ya vsyudu
Plach bezmolvnykh berez nevedomy? lyudu