Текст песни Зоя Ященко - Индия

I will come soon, I just stayed on the road.
It's snowing here. And the outskirts. Extreme. And I'm on the edge.
Here everyone repeats that paradise is nowhere to be found.
And there everything is different. I seemed to be in paradise.

There is very warm. They do not wear raincoats and coats.
There are hut hiding in the thickets of flexible vines.
There, girls in a sari are like flower buds.
And many, many secrets keep the ocean.

There the sun is so close and so bright is the light.
There are flocks of silver fish playing at the feet.
And everything that I knew about God is fading there,
And in every silver fish dancing God.

It smells like sandalwood, and you can walk barefoot.
Other constellations weave heavenly canopy.
There, everyone is smiling, as if you are with every sign.
And every street seems like a wonderland.

There go elephants, monkeys walk on the roofs,
Signal cars, cows wander slowly.
On the flute of the magic is played by the lilac Krishna,
And the gopis are dancing. And very free to breathe.

I just lived. I went down the stairs
I watched the old cliff asleep under the palm trees,
How hard rice rises in the fields day after day,
As ripe easily breaks coconut on the ground.

There young men repair heavy wet nets,
Boats sway, and the air is shaking from the heat,
Children run for the kite along the beach
There you learn to live like them, according to the laws of the soul.

How wise old men stand silent temples,
With reverence froze century at the foot of them.
There the stones of the steps covered deep scars,
There the shadows of the dead walked, and the shadows of the living.

And I'm at the foot - a prisoner of three dimensions,
With a travel bag full of hope and loss
Inside an inseparable circle of deaths and births,
And you want to get out of the circle, and here it is the door ...

And the feeling is that I have been there once,
As if all this is familiar, it’s all in the blood.
I just sat and listened to the sounds of the sunset,
There everything speaks about love, and is silent about love.

A swarthy muse slides along the strings of a sitar.
Bracelets are ringing. The unearthly shine of the eyes.
And I want to cry. And everyone opens the gateways.
You are forever. You're all in the palm of your hand. You are here and now.

I am waiting for you there. Under the liana. In the arch of the station.
We will go to the city by rickshaw, we will not hurry.
Forget everything that I told you now,
Words are useless, colorless ... you just breathe ...