Shostakovich kept a toothbrush in his pocket
At any moment Stalin could give orders
Men arrived in modest plainclothes jackets
Dmitri Dmitriyevich please come with us
Well then, the Lord God Jesus in his Temple
Can also give an order to depart
What do you have as fallback in your pocket
When messengers present a mortal warrant?
Acknowledgement perhaps and some remorse?
Those will not serve travelers so well
Say to Him: My Lord I have my trust
At last I know the lovely world, Your love
Is sometimes vigorous but never cruel
And life, the life You gave me, is a school