Текст песни Арсений Тарковский - Эвридика.Первые свидания .

Human body
One, like a loner.
I'm sick of my soul
Solid shell
With ears and eyes
The size of a penny
And with skin a scar on a scar
Put on the backbone.

Flies through the cornea
Into the heavenly cry
On an ice knitting needle
On a bird chariot
And hears through the bars
Living your prison
Woods and cornfields ratchet,
The pipe of the seven seas.

A soul is sinful without a body
Like a body without a shirt, -
No thought, no deed,
No idea, no line.
Riddle without a clue:
Who will turn back
Having danced on that platform
Where is there no one to dance?

And I dream about another
Soul, in different clothes:
Burns running over
From timidity to hope
By fire like alcohol, without a shadow
Leaves on the ground
A bunch of lilacs for memory
Leaving it on the table.

Child, run, don't lament
Over Poor Eurydice
And a wand through the light
Run your copper hoop
While at least a quarter of hearing
In response to every step
And fun and dry
The earth is buzzing in your ears.

Our goodbyes every moment
We celebrated like the epiphany
Alone in the whole world. You were
Braver and lighter than a bird's wing,
Down the stairs, like dizziness,
I ran down a step and led
Through wet lilacs to your domain
On the other side of the mirrored glass.

When the night fell I had mercy
Granted, the altar gate
Opened and shone in the dark
And nudity slowly crept
And waking up: "Bless you!" -
I spoke and knew that boldly
My blessing: you were asleep
And touch the eyelids of the blue universe
The lilac was reaching out to you from the table,
And blue touched eyelids
Were calm, and the hand was warm.

And rivers pulsed in the crystal
The mountains smoked, the seas dawned,
And you held the sphere in the palm of your hand
Crystal, and you slept on the throne
And - Good God! - you were mine.
You have awakened and transformed
Everyday human vocabulary,
And the speech burned with full-sounding power
Filled up and the word you revealed
Its new meaning also meant: the king.

Everything in the world has changed, even
Simple things - a basin, a jug - when
She stood between us, as if on guard,
Layered and solid water.

We were led to who knows where.
They parted before us like mirages
Miraculously built cities
The mint itself lay under our feet,
And the birds were with us on the road,
And the fish went up the river
And the sky unfolded before us ...

When fate followed us,
Like a madman with a razor in his hand.

I don't believe in premonitions and will accept
I'm not afraid. No slander, no poison
I'm not running. There is no death in the world.
All are immortal. Everything is immortal. Do not
To be afraid of death at seventeen,
Not at seventy. There is only reality and light
There is neither darkness nor death in this world.
We are all already on the seashore,
And I'm one of those who choose networks
When immortality comes in a jamb.

Live in a house - and the house will not collapse.
I will call any of the centuries,
I will enter it and build a house in it.
That's why your children are with me
And your wives at the same table -
And there is one table for both great-grandfather and grandson:
The future is happening now
And if I raise my hand
All five rays will remain with you.
I am every day of the past, like a support,
I propped up my collarbones,
Measured the time with a survey chain
And passed through it, as through the Urals.

I picked my age according to my height.
We walked south, holding the dust over the steppe;
Burian smoked; the grasshopper spoiled
He touched the horseshoes with a mustache, and prophesied,
And he threatened me with death, like a monk.
I strapped my fate to the saddle;
I am now, in the times to come,
Like a boy, I stand up in the stirrups.

My immortality is enough for me
So that my blood flows from century to century.
For the right angle of even heat
I would pay with my life willfully
If only her flying needle
I, like a thread, did not lead around the world.