Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Кузнечик

Grasshopper

Bulat Okudzhava

Julia Kimu

Well, what do you want to do, my grasshopper,
Hardly your hymn of space will announce?
Listen - he will heal from the sorrows,
And listen - from the dead will raise.

Which strings you touch beautiful,
What's the chorus coming right after you
Mysterious, lofty and passionate
Your green brothers and sisters?

What a miracle promises soon
Fly to our land from above,
What is so easy to accompany the choir,
So you make a loud confession?

You, too, from the verse cohort,
From our immortal regiment ...
Scream and cry. Perhaps your hard work
Descendants will not appreciate down.

Thanks to the poet,
His hand, his madness
And to the voice, when, flying up to the noise,
He reaches his sky.