Dym okrutit vlasom
Dlan' yarogo ognya
Bol' vozdymitsya glasom:
"Nebo, voz'mi menya!"
Ya otdam slepuyu dushu
Sgoryu do tla
V vechnykh tsepyakh udush'ya
Snova vernus' syuda
Oy, da ne spitsya
Mne, da temnoy nochkoy
Da, ne razveet veter bol' o rodnom
Ptitsey podnyat'sya vvys',
oy- de tam ostat'sya
Da ne dostat' do neba
odnim krylom
Ta bol' szhiraet dushu
Moy mir razrushen
No ya zhe zdes'
Pod vzorom alchnykh lits
Chuzhikh korney
Ya lyagu nits na Zemlyu-Mat'
I mne ne vstat' s nee
Ne vstat'!
Teper' ne vstat'!
Odna sred' bleklykh likov
V miru chuzhikh teney
Snova brozhu po svetu
Da skryvayas' ot lyudey
Taynu svoyu otkroyu
Predkov zavet khranya
Mozhet chrez stolet'ya
Rod moy naydet menya
Kak ya za kolo-vremechkom ubegayu
Ubegayu, da Yakv' za soboy zovu
No molvit glasom Yakv'-de:
"Ya umirayu s chuzhoy dushoy
Da vo rodnom vo krayu"
Umirayu, ubegayu...
Moy rod usnul v zabvenii
Ya stala zven'em
Mirskoy tsepu
Chto skovana iz chuzhykh mne idey
Lzhivykh rechey
Khochu bezhat' otsyuda ven
Podal'she ot lyudey
Bezhat'!
Odna sred' bleklykh likov
V miru chuzhikh teney
Snova brozhu po svetu
Skryvayas' ot lyudey
Taynu svoyu otkroyu
Chto predkami dana
Mozhet chrez stolet'ya
Budu ya ne odna!
Stoyat' u pepla
Mertvogo ognya
Rodny bogi, gde vy?
Nebo! Uslysh' menya!
Ya ptdam slepuyu dushu
Sgoryu do tla
V vechnykh tsepyakh udush'ya
Snova vernus' syuda