Я мысленно вхожу в ваш кабинет, Здесь те кто был, и те кого...

I mentally enter your office
Here are those who have been, and those who are already gone,
But whose chimera did not die for us.
And the heart beats taken in their captivity.
Baudelaire Face, Norman Flaubert Mustache,
Skeptic France, holy satyr Verlaine,
Blacksmith Balzac, the masons of Racecourse ...
Their faces are tart and crisp.
They look from the walls and sleep in morocco books
They look from the walls and sleep in morocco books.
Their spirit, their thought, their rhythm, their cry ...
I am faithful to them, I am faithful to them.
Their spirit, their thought, their rhythm, their cry ...
I am faithful to them, I am faithful to them.