Текст песни Лора Бочарова - Алхимический романс

Hello to you, my kind brother,
Hello, my black schema!
Do you remember our longstanding dispute
On the porch of the Sorbonne?
Yesterday my horn was burning
As a papal prisoner ...
Open the door to the apostate
Adherent of doctrines!
Believe me, you are not alone
Knowledge paladin:
I melted the truth too
Like an androgyne in a flask.
But evaporated like alcohol
Respect for gray hair,
God's plan is not visible
Through bent backs!
Our land is different,
But heaven is one. -
In the bosom of the Lord
There are enough places for all!
But you carry like a cross
Gnostic arrest
Your God is your alchemy
Your pastor is Paracelsus.

Then tell me, who knew everything -
Both visibility and properties, -
Is this world worthy of
To know his device?
Even the mind is doomed here
For the thirst for excellence
There is a craving for revelation
Paved the way to hell
And the best women are
Changeable like mercury
And it is unlikely that your experiments will change anything.

In the tenacious embrace of poverty -
from the lies of signatures,
To the land, where about the wind and loyalty
sings the troubadour.
There will remain until oblivion
no more leo ...
I'm not with you.
But yes it is famous
your patience!