Текст песни Г. Свиридов - Патетическая оратория - Здесь будет город-сад

STORY sucks
About Kuznetskstroi
And the people of the Kuznetsk
  
The sky
  clouds running,
rains
   Twilight is compressed,
under an old
  dray
workers are.
And hears
whisper proud
 water
  and under
and over:
"After four
 of the year
here
   will be
 Garden City! "
Light svintsovonochie,
and rain
     thick as a tourniquet,
sit
in dirt
 workers,
sit,
 torch harness.
Sliveyut
lips
with cold
but her lips
   whisper in the way:
"After four
 of the year
here
   will be
 Garden City! "
has been reduced
    chilly
   Korce -
unimportant
 drenched
   comfort,
sit
    in the dark
  workers,
Moist
  bread
 chew.
But whisper
 louder hunger -
 he conceals
   drops
  recession:
"After four
 of the year
here
   will be
 Garden City! "
Here
    explosions clucked
  in crackdown
  bear gangs
and vzroet
  bosom
silo
stougolny
    "Giant".
Here
    stand
construction
   walls.
Gudkov,
    pairs
Sipi.
we
 a hundred suns
  Marten
flammable
Siberia.
There house
  will
 good to us
and Sitno
    without soldering,
as much for Baikal
   discarded
Taiga move back. "
Ros
 whisper working
over temyu
 flocks,
so what is next
   illegible,
just heard -
 "Garden City".
I know -
city
    will be,
I know -
garden
  bloom,
when
   such people
in the country
   in the Soviet
 there is!

1929