Текст песни Александр Мирзаян - Триптих. Песня третья

Why tell me a soul
I'm just your outskirts?
Himself a guest
his not knowing the secret.
You are the sky. You are water.
In you alone is a vocation.
And the Motherland is one.
Hear your silence.
Its silence ...
Its silence ...

To clothe
we all strive for sounds,
to hear speech
that our hands will continue.
But how, tell me, to look
who breathes in our hearts?
We can really sing
but we don't hear any further words.
We hear no further words ...
We hear no further words ...

So teach me Lord
Orpheus descendants
do not repeat
which is heard very loudly;
do not think in vanity,
what to swap;
so that the singer only sang -
and the stones will fall by themselves.
So that the singer only sang ...
And only your singer ...

And don't forget about us
who is in righteous gain
feather dips in the trail
everlasting truths
and spends so many words
from century to century in vain.
No, the truth is one.
Isn't it clear yet?
No, the truth is one ...
No, the truth is one ...

But not in her ark
narrowing my eyes,
an immodest century is floating
amid great illusions,
trying on the go
lift the remains of the wings,
decorating the head
horns of abundance.
Decorating the head ...
Decorating the head ...

Not tired of calling -
Well, where are you, our God? -
let everyone dial
what is more dear to him.
What can take away
give it to him painlessly.
If only to be in time.
Have time to say: "Enough."
Just to be in time ...
Just to be in time ...

And what will you find?
In what pockets of the century?
And what attracts you
along the stone shore?
Ah, you better don't look
what horses are racing us
from faith, from love?
Well, is it from the chase?
Ah, faith ...
Ah love ...

So turn around in yourself
as long as there is a minute
where are you, closing your eyes
you only want a miracle.
And repeat and sing:
"Ah, soothe your sorrows ..."
Well, here it is, your peace,
and the music first.
Well, here it is, your peace ...
So here it is, your peace ...

But you can't take it -
he is here, and you are with Charon.
And you're getting closer
to the Lyceum platform.
Oh school words
that nothing will happen!
Well, here they are, eyes
and the faces of our judges.
Here are the keen eyes ...
Here are the keen eyes ...

Or maybe it’s not like that.
But I'm getting ready for the meeting.
And here are friends
lighting candles for me.
Let in the dark of the night
no one will meet me
but these two candles
they'll light the way for me.
These two candles ...
These two candles ...
These two candles ...