Текст песни Арсений Тарковский - Просыпается тело

Wakes body
Straining ears.
The night has reached the limit,
He shouted a third cock .
The old man sat down on the bed ,
Creak bed.
It was so when Pilate,
What now remember ?
And what a nuisance
Heart sharpens the morning ?
And that it should be -
Grieving for Peter ?
Who is dearer to me than all ,
All wishing me ?
That night - from whom
I denied it in a dream ?
   Creek is a cock
   The first morning mist
   Through the mountain - valley
   In general the ground.