Agata Kristi - Legion

Issledovatel' zhizni idyot v chuzhom prostranstve,
Za chyornymi ochkami glaza ego otkryty.
Fonarik osveshchaet tainstvennye znaki,
Truba provozglashaet ego ritmichnyy shag.

Ne otbrasyvaya teni, my po sumerkam plyvyom,
Ne otbrasyvaya teni, my na oblake zhivyom.
I kivayut, i kivayut, ne otbrasyvaya teni,
Ochen' vazhno golovami nashi tonen'kie shei.
Plyashet nebo pod nogami, pakhnet nebo sapogami,
My idyom, letim, plyvyom, nashe imya - legion.

Letyat, letyat po nebu kosmatye komety,
Kometye kosmaty, tsvetnye goroda.
Issledovatel' zhizni plevat' khotel na eto,
Zakinulsya bumagoy i sam sebe zvezda.

Ne otbrasyvaya teni, my po sumerkam plyvyom,
Ne otbrasyvaya teni, my na oblake zhivyom.
I kivayut, i kivayut, ne otbrasyvaya teni,
Ochen' vazhno golovami nashi tonen'kie shei.
Plyashet nebo pod nogami, pakhnet nebo sapogami,
My idyom, letim, plyvyom, nashe imya - legion...

Ne otbrasyvaya teni, my po sumerkam plyvyom,
Ne otbrasyvaya teni, my na oblake zhivyom.
I kivayut, i kivayut, ne otbrasyvaya teni,
Ochen' vazhno golovami nashi tonen'kie shei.
Plyashet nebo pod nogami, pakhnet nebo sapogami,
My idyom, letim, plyvyom, nashe imya - legion...

My idyom, letim, plyvyom...
Nashe imya - legion...