Fire by Daniil Kharms (Poet) Lyrics

A room. The room's on fire.
A child juts out of his cradle.
Eats his kasha. Up above,
just below the ceiling now,
the nanny's napping upside down.
The wall is burning. Dishes clatter.
The father's running. Father: "Fire!
There's my boy, my little Petya,
thrashing like an air balloon.
Where can I find myself a monkey
in place of a son?" In place of walls
sharp stoves blow out smoke
through the chimney to the sky.
The sleepy nanny chatters on.
Nanny: "Where am I? What's happened?
The world is getting shorter,
Petya's flying likе a phantom."
Like a she-wolf Nanny prowls,
eats a carrot on thе way
has a coffee and keeps going
tries to get out through the doors.
Quickly darting through the doorway
cracking some delicious nuts
like a cardigan she gallops
through the yard, along the metal fence.
Then she runs around in fright
in search of Petya and a hammock.
"Where are you Petya my dear boy?
You forgot to eat your kasha."
"Nanny, Nanny, I'm burning up!"
Nanny looks into the cradle -
he's gone. She peers into the keyhole
and she sees: The room is empty.
Curls of smoke attack the windows
the walls are thin as feathers now
atop the cornice fire nests
sudden thunder drizzling downpour
and the soul quakes in the chest.
enough