Текст песни Осип Мандельштам - Век

Century mine, my beast, who will be able
Look at your pupils
And his blood stick together
Two centuries vertebrae?

The blood-gushing stroitelnitsa
Throat of earthly things,
Zahrebetnik only trembles
At the dawn of the new day.

The creature, as long as life is lacking,
To convey the ridge should,
And invisible plays
Spine wave.

Like a delicate cartilage child
Age of infant earth.
Back to the victim, as a lamb,
Vertex life brought.

To wrest the age of captivity,
To start a new world,
Knobby knee days
It is necessary to link the flute.

This is the age wave Shakes
Human anguish,
And in the grass viper breathes
Measure the golden century.

And yet swell the kidney,
Falls upon the green shoots,
But your backbone is broken,
My beautiful miserable age!

And with senseless smile
Reversing look, cruel and weak,
Like a beast once flexible,
On the traces of their own paws.

The blood-gushing stroitelnitsa
Throat of earthly things
And hot fish meschet
In the shores of the warm seas of the cartilage.

And with high mesh bird,
From azure wet lumps
Raining, pouring indifference
On your mortal injury.