Текст песни Аквариум - Иван Бодхидхарма

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Ivan Bodhidharma is moving from the south
On the wings of spring.
He drinks from the river in which there was ice.
He holds geography in his hands
All our rooms, apartments and passions,
And the white tiger is silent,
And the blue dragon sings.

He will cure those who hear,
And maybe those who are smart;
And he will tell those who want to know everything,
Stories of bright times.

He moves past buildings,
In which they seek to avoid fate;
It is easier than smoke. Through plastic and tin
Ivan Bodhidharma is inclined to see trees
Where we tend to see pillars
And if it became light,
That apparently he is here.