Текст песни Crista Plumbum - Сатира на Сатира

The fur-legged satyr galloped half-dumb,
And the tambourine thundered, shading the races;
The neighbors thought, called the "durka":
Why do we need fools here?

But the unfortunate nymphs began to cry:
And who will knock on our tambourine?
And who will compose us flowery rhymes,
And the songs will be performed for us?

People in flowery robes thought,
The question seemed to them not at all simple.
You will find the answer in the ninth chamber:
The satyr there seemed to be rooted to the gurney.

As if rooted to the wall imperceptibly
He sits as a stone statue.
Only at times will cry out something utterly
Jump up ... and sit on the seated throne

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