Текст песни Марина Меламед - Дорога к храму

Dima Kimelfeld

Come on, buddy, take off quickly -
My friend flies in the wind like flags,
Runs like an ostrich, like a rabbit gallops -
On television, he plays with.

Inimitable - irresistible
With an open heart, unstoppable
With the mind of Spinoza and the forehead of Socrates.
(Everything else is like a pirate)

He will tell all the legends of the earth,
From Galilee to the first watch,
Then he wakes up, takes a sip of mulled wine
And remember the wild elephants of Bahrain ...

- Here lay David's sling,
I don't remember exactly what kind
And in this place, look - not to Rome -
The road goes to Jerusalem ...

And, returning home from work,
Counting palm trees, leafing through notes
I walk straight to Jerusalem,
I look to the right ... have you seen, Dima?

The road to the house, the sign is in the frame! -
The highway was named "The Road to the Temple."
The route is familiar, we have been walking for a long time:
The road to the temple. The road home.

2002