Текст песни р. Б. Сергий Покровский - Гераклее

You want to know what my soul?
Windows folded and dialogue saw
So know that without you, it - blind,
And sorry, its the power of offending student.

Naked, with youth in her punched holes;
And crying, crying the whole night without a break,
As if it all had a drink at the bar,
And she spilled her juice all virgins.

Apartment grandmothers logs in it: Peasant,
I remember, and Worker Health,
Do not rid me of this decline,
It is day and night asking for my page.

But you, Helen! - Do not be greater than Schindler,
Save you, Lord! - To beat your Amon Getz,
I look into the distance - our happiness I see in it,
And along the way into the arms of Heaven.