Текст песни Сергей Калугин и Оргия Праведников - Эпитафия II

My love, I love you so much
That from my love I am exhausted.
I'm like a Phoenix in a flame of grief,
I will hardly die - I immediately resurrect

And the new flour is the sweetest yoke
He oppresses me, depriving me of sleep and will
I'm crying because I'm light
And I smile - from the deadly pain

My every atom is directed to you,
The whole body is a cry demanding fusion
On the path of love lying on the earth
Set foot - leave your hopes.

Let them sculpt us sitting here,
Hand in hand, let the grace sculptor
The soulless stone-cutter is ashamed of fate,
Cut off us from the joy of embrace

Let the stone challenge throw the times
Attracting us to the limit of the Second Circle
Where the cup of sorrow is eternally drunk by Tristan
And where Francesca beats and tortures a blizzard

There our shadows will cast a whirlwind into the darkness
We in the host of souls of outcasts rush
But to God be glory! In the terrible dreams of God
We will not part from the end of time

On the court of the last being lifted,
And being questioned what kind of force
My poor spirit brought down to hell,
I'll answer, without looking down -
Love that moves the sun and the stars. & quot;