Текст песни Dominia - Больная Mуза

About Muse ! Poor ! Tell me what's wrong with you?
Oh, morning, and your opinion is full of gloomy visions ;
Madness and fear put vying
On your forehead cold lifeless shadows.

Succubus eh il pale gray house
Splashed into your phial of poison delusions ?
Or maybe the nightmare of sovereignty hand
You drowned in the waves of the great flood ?

No, no ! In your chest let breathes fragrance
To her every breath was fresh rich,
To veins flowed the blood of your rhythmic wave ,

As a series of syllables in poetry, ancient ,
Where bright Phoebus songs resigns amid olive
Ile sleeps great Pan , the owner of mast cornfields .