Текст песни Елена Шварц - Маленькая ода к безнадежности

" My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death " -
He said in the gloom of Gethsemane .
Tosca your heart is not squeezed ?
And hopelessness are not grumbling ,
Like a wounded lion on a donkey ?
And the pain of the soul is not replaced ?
So you did not live on earth.

Infants chrevesah yearn
That crossed the border
Irretrievably , irrevocably -
When they have with the club face.

And the publican to take each
Obol unbearable pain -
Pozhalte coin entrance -
And you will see a flight
Eagle and moths.

Mozart's bones in roam the earth ,
Flutes ring in the glass greenhouse ,
They do not smell death ,
They did not live on earth.

1997