Текст песни Прасковья Неазовская - Сонет

Screaming about faith, so unquestioning
There is a payment for life, since wandering spores
But you, my innocent Madonna
Why look at me with such reproach?
      
To understand the sinfulness of his bosom angrily
None of the powerful world can
Screaming under the mask of jade
Order Beelzebub - go in peace!
   
The humble poison for a jester
I will explain myself without laughing and cheating
Eyes covered in a whirlwind pantomime
     
Death threatens to unmask mystery
That all the creations of the heart are not accidental
In the heart of any artist - a pilgrim.