Текст песни Сорго - Кисти Врубеля

The pond is surrounded Abramtsevskaya day;
Like mermaids soul cold and wet evening.
Tired eyes turn stump
The monster forests. Do not live till morning,
If you think of the happiness and try to comprehend
The meaning of life buried in faceted glass.
White clay tiles warm knead,
And leave without looking at disturbing worlds
Brushes Vrubel.

On the shores of a wild pale light of the moon
Cools off with water and flows among the black stones.
It runs quietly, like smoke, like dreams
And swarms of butterflies hovering behind her.
She does not need to rest not need heat.
In the white wisps of mist slid in the dark,
Forget how to live, to forget what has been
And stood motionless on the old canvas
Brushes Vrubel ...
The Last Kiss in the blue skies
And in the embrace of the sun burn, leaving no trace.
Do not think, though disappeared forever
Ghost morning dreams. What happened when
He broke his wings and flew into the void
Straight to the center of the earth, silver in the clouds
I saw and approached the invisible line ...
... Just to keep in the hands of the weaker
Brushes Vrubel.