Текст песни Hans Zivers - Гелиополис

In the luxurious Boudar you were headed
Fastened Fabric Lamp Forming
At your shoulder, easily playing sting,
Curled the poisonous snake.

From the mirror of his white flute of flutes
And in the corners rushing in a whisper of phrases
Anxiously admired your white body
Crystal eye

And there was no breath, nor amant'a, nor a girlfriend
Neither their teeth or gentle claws.
Lilac hands filled with laughter
Elegantly offered you a cocktail.

Nimbar raised over the lids of bottles
And Inem was covered with every nerve.
Silver Fish Dancing
Grought the movements of the porter.

On your diamond landed bird flock
And someone got up between eyelashes.
You thought about death and about white mountain
And about the mirror power of these birds.

You thought about Heliopolis
What do you think about mink marts.
From the buds of unseasured daffodils
Floored decadent nothing.

Invisible animal back arrows moved
And something rustling on the wall
Seemed to you a magic magic book
Patterns of missed shadows

Mysterious like white paper
I watched you with portrait Saint-Germain
Some mysterious moisture
Tell on the floor from your opened veins.