Текст песни Аквариум - Кладбище

The village of sun behind the Himalayas ,
    To come up again the next day ;
    Yogi wanders the cemetery
    Cuts attachment.

    He pipe made ​​of bone,
    He will begin to blow into it ;
    Convene hungry ghosts -
    They are water - fed.

    They will eat his body ,
    They drink blood to the bottom ;
    And in the morning he is clean - sinless ,
    Not tied a damn .

    Oh, we also nestable ,
    We have a lot of trumpeters ;
    And his blood feed
    - Fed louts bastards ;

    For so many years - and all of them a little.
    Are we so sinful ?
    Oh , hurry to the sun rose
    Above the cemetery of my homeland ...