Текст песни Елена Михайлик, Татьяна Луговская - Равенна

A tide rolled out onto the lake shore
rose from cool boiling foam
white marble walls, dull green olives -
everything in this world bears the name of Ravenna.
White marble walls, dull green olives,
and above them the hand of the Lord lies, invisible.
Come, touch, remember, as long as you live,
for it is the wisdom, power, and greatness of Rome.
But not everyone here wants to live out their term,
because a stone in the window, an ice cap behind the gate
on seven hills, at the crossroads of ancient roads -
The eternal city, which is the city, which is the City.
The air of our days, nights vigilant guard
elder brother, comrade, half-hearted marble -
we should read Plato before our Father’s
to study the history of the world according to the pedigree.
How can the holy father forgive sins
those who remember that Gods reigned before God?
And about how we can write poetry,
know all the dens of the Appian Way.
And Ravenna is an ashen cross in the forehead
and from any wall the heavenly master watches.
And about how we can play fate,
than we end, ask the crow of the outskirts.
A bowl spilled, an angel flapped a wing,
but someone must stand up for our shrines -
for the verses of Catullus, a girl around the corner
and the familiar sound of areal Latin.
We stand a dam on the coast of darkness.
After us - cold rain, emptiness, oblivion.
All that we stand, all that we get
this is a chance to die in Rome, not in Ravenna.
There in the north is the blue Rhine, and floats above it
what has now become greasy, heavy smoke.
After us ... but still the one who will take Rome
in three hundred years, too, will become Rome.