Текст песни Елена Фролова - Пять

Paddle is still a wharf!
Do not Ostia lights?
What a stunted sadness
In the floods of pink dawn!
And the memory of the heart is everything: & quot; burn! & Quot;

The soul is burning; grief, trembling ...
And waiting for someone to knock on the door.
And the green ray will run,
Like now, like now ...
And the memory whispers: & quot; Friend, believe & quot ;.

I believe: blessed day!
Pour me oil from the lamps!
What a milky, sweet captivity!
Oh, honey unrealized delight!
And the memory to me: & quot; Lord's garden! & Quot;

Lord’s garden, great Rome,
I will come back to you again!
To you we, wanderers, we burn,
We are burning ourselves to crucify! ..
And the echo whispers: & quot; Five! & Quot;