Текст песни Дейта Мейра - Сарданапал

Sardanapalus

From the earliest years I dreamed of becoming an orphan.
And he ran away from home so that his lungs could breathe.
But still he returned - the way home was not easy.
Painting "The Return of the Prodigal Foundling".

From an early age I dreamed of becoming an emigrant.
They say that sheet music in our country is not Sheets.
The talent not to honor the father gives birth to an atheist,
And fear of the court is like payment for talents.

From an early age, I look everywhere in the reflection.
Because everyone is obliged to know the enemy by sight.
A paper soldier will grip a cardboard sword in his hands.
There will be confiti - hurry up to the show.

There will be cold weather - love will not keep warm,
Heralds of troubles will be reduced to prophets.
Sleep with a healing sleep, a bear in a den.
Rent a broken heart for the time being.

Sleep with a healing sleep - we will need strength,
When there is not enough heat and light in the world,
You will bring them the light that you have cherished.
I'll bring warmth with the second Sardanapalus.

(24.12.2012)