Текст песни Андрей Широглазов - О русских поэтах

In Maturino, roosters scream loudly
as if calling for battle.
I wrote poetry all night
but wrote a prayer.

I would like otherwise, yes, obviously, it’s impossible,
once chose this road.
Russian poets have such a path -
poems to pray to God.

Russian poets have a special way -
in the land of indifference and anger
save, save and fall asleep before the deadline
on a village graveyard.

Lying under the cross in a simple robe
with a blissful smile on their faces
leaving the battered volume to posterity
to pray to God with verses.

In Maturino, roosters scream loudly
as if calling for battle.
I wrote poetry all night
but wrote a prayer.

There is a line in tired eyes
but in the sky ethereal shadow
a hand appears through the clouds
in a silent blessing