Текст песни Максим Мор - Сонет 3

You came quietly covered his head ,
At the meeting , a date , hiding .
You whispered everything that has been hidden ,
The very truth of his own , and to fear .

You spoke about the forbidden , sweet fruit ,
The taste of which , the soul tore in half .
The fact that the clouds , as if in bad weather
In the tracks go , wherever you go.

You advice was given about the choice of instant
But know this , no matter what your answer
Though heaven , though hell - let try canceling
Told to give you - my answer is "no."

No church, no religion , no gods - not a decree ,
They are like guards , I was a thief , and you - the diamond .