Текст песни Записки Неизвестного - О любви-с

About love, sir

I'm tired of these slums to death!
So you want to break out to the light! - still would!
Half my life under the sky - but I don’t see the sun,
For half my life I hate my life.

The grass died and the river shredded,
My ark is broken, standing at the pier
Hope, like a whore humbly silent,
That it’s not too late to start me again.

I remember, I remember: pitch darkness there,
But the room breathes the candle scent
There is a spark of faith alive ...
Permitted norm to me, I neglected!

I am sorry more than a hornet's sting.
My soldierly love matured:
Fed up with a handful of earth and a palm of rain
I built a house without a log and a nail ...

I I

I do not need another, since there is no former!
I heard silence for half my life in response
I prayed for half my life
Voiced the world of a hollow emptiness.
I know what is said will not be new,
But now I do not wish for happiness otherwise -
I alone breathe and love you;
Let me relieve your pains!

So in my heart burns today
In a bright flame born theme -
Like the night of the birth of the son of the Lord
The star of Bethlehem burned above the world.
The muse fed me with meat from a knife,
I ordered you to leave the holidays of the world,
Owned by animal power
And evil alienates from God, the poet ...