Текст песни Борис Смоляк - 06. Гобелен.mp3

From the vanity of being protecting the string of fortifications,
Created in thoughts in the chamber after torture,
He thought about his childhood and the unicorn on the tapestry.
Who chewed herb - green threads.

God! What is this greens is nothing,
And how the transformation time is not enough here.
How many years unicorn did not go from the tapestry,
Not knowing neither hunger or suggestion.

And on the left of the intettrance of the satin,
Beautiful, as the stolen Zeus Europe,
There was a maiden embroidered with blue and red,
With a bouquet of lilies and heliotropov.

Fearless, she smiled not believing,
In the fact that these threads are fragile
Knowing that her protection from the beast -
This is only its impossibility.

Shuddered from laughter a big prison,
And a black shadow standing on the threshold.
Sheptala: "Monsignor, a prisoner went crazy
He delirmed about the Virgin and Unicorn. "

And the laughter fled along the corridors and stairs,
Baking doors, locks and drowsy.
He knew that no more unicorns and virgins,