Eduard Arkadyevich Asadov. (№ 275897)

Roars in turbines the power of epic rivers;
Rocket, quanta, electromachine...
All around me hums the twentieth century,
In my chest is pounding his beat.
And if you need me then
Someone suddenly for a moment or forever,
I look for not in any other,
And let difficult, even in powder,
But in my twentieth century.
After all, he is my age, and radio has opened,
In the space soared faster hurricanes
Movie was invented, the atom split
And lit the eyes of the television.