Текст песни Юрий Яковлев - Сон 2

Sleep

I often dream at night
Stone city in the sands.
Dust swirls like a pillar above him,
He dwells in dreams.
I see the streets are empty
I only hear the song of the wind
Yes sculptures are golden
The inanimate are ripening here.

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Sleep leaves me in the morning
But keeps my memory
Trill of strange sounds, paint of pictures,
They cannot be dispelled in the noise of cars.

Here is a paved road
Leads me to the dead garden.
There at the stone god
I meet the girl.
Beauty is her radiance
The eyes will chain with chains
But immeasurable suffering
Lives in girls' eyes.

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The voice is wonderful, sad, gentle
From her lips will pour:
"Sleep embraced my wonderful city
And every bush has withered in it.
Only I do not stay here
In that deep nightmare.
Save us, I beg you
Death is rushing towards us on horseback.

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