Lyrics Евгений Сусоров - Галилейский рыбак

Dance, Galilean fisherman,
on the brazier of temple plates.
Hundreds of shuttles of feet
religion weird network.
Still wandering in the dark
sun unreflected face.
The cross is made, but for you,
fisherman, do not hang on it.

Dance, blue-eyed simpleton,
aim at the moon with a cymbal.
Hawa nagil fraction
the holy city is in a fever.
The artsy Temple is the backbone,
like a ship to the bottom
falls in the morning
and mouth
Yahweh
opened, glad.

Pilate Praetorium Paul
baptizes with a clang of steps.
In the bronze goblet poison
got into wine.
Dance fisherman until
until your shelter collapsed.
Until your gaze goes out
while it is dark in Palestine.

While you are a simple fisherman
and go to the students.
Until the covenant is written
and Rome did not drink seven bowls.
Bye from body shirts
the warlike banner is not sewn.
Not yet brought to the altar
His body covered his cloak.

Still green in the hills
Lebanese Cedar Cosmas.
Slanting beam in a dream
did you see in the morning
Dance ...
The nail is not forged yet
and so far winter
what can you go in the dance
scare off the dozing roe deer.

They take off without breathing
from the stones that cooled during the night.
Kedronsky stream will be announced
buckets of elastic bodies.

And the cry "Shalom, Yeshua!"
will dispel the darkness
and after her
will rise to the West East.
Is that what you teacher wanted?

So dance, Galilean fisherman
on the brazier of temple plates ...

Dance, blue-eyed simpleton,
aim at the moon with a cymbal ...

Bye from body shirts
the warlike banner is not sewn ...

Until a nail is forged
and so far winter ...

Ten centuries will pass before
the first bonfire will break out ...