Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Перечитывая Диогена

There the sea is the color of burnt sienna,
and algae are similar to dill.
That city is called Sinop,
doomed to expel Diogenes.
There, the salt is festered by the hazy air
the trident of Poseidon, the port and the rosters,
and the bridge can not be reached by an island,
which bears the name of Basilisk.

There from Egypt, stolen sphinxes,
clutching the papyrus in the stone claws,
as in oblivion on bent elbows,
clues are searching for their own sophisms.
There the gods are watching from every facade,
but the worn inscriptions can not be read,
the column propped up the sky in honor of
the next victory of Alexander.

There is everywhere a shadow of a huge Cathedral,
and behind his back a brass ringing of horseshoes.
They guard the silence of the gardens
fences cast-iron smooth patterns.
There the statue embraces awe,
when it threatens to start a bug
and makes a refuge of kings
a transformed fortress in prison.
 
There you fall involuntarily on your knees,
but blasphemy can not be overcome.
Worthy of prosperity people,
but not worthy of their own creations.
To flee destiny, to make, to be frightened,
a great city turning to decay.
But the inhabitants of Sinope Diogenes
sentenced to stay on the spot.