Текст песни К. Бальмонт - Голос дьявола

I hate all saints
They take care of painfully
About the pitiful thoughts of their
They save themselves exclusively.

For the soul scary their own,
They are afraid of the abyss of dreams,
And poisonous snake
They are executed without compassion.

I would have a hate paradise
Among the shadows with a smile of a meek,
Where is the eternal holiday, eternal May
There is a measured hiking.

I would not like to live in paradise,
Execution of the resourcefulness of the serpent
From childhood love snake,
And she admire how the picture.

I would not like to live in paradise,
Between the stupuses ecstatic
I am flexible, flexible - and sing,
Mad demon dreams of lyrics.