Текст песни Евгения Логвинова - мексиканский романсеро

The garden piles up foliage and
does not betray you with heat.
(I knew I exist
while you were with me.)

Area. Pockmarked fountain
a nymph. Roof slopes.
(As long as I was with you,
I've seen all things in profile.)

Paradise tabernacle with hell
votes behind the back.
(Who was there all the time,
while you were with me?)

Night with a crimson moon
like sealing wax on an envelope.
(While you were with me,
I was not afraid of death.)

Something inside seems to be
broke and shattered.
Saying "Oh my God"
I hear my own voice.

So you mess up the page
for a small miracle.
This is how you look
out of nowhere.

This, Father, is the cost
genre (more correctly - heat).
Change copper from tails
gratuitous gift.

How dissimilar to prayer!
So, forgetting the angler,
torn lip fish
pulls the word in vain.