Текст песни Ирин КаХр - Галина Манукян - Посвящение

How few quivering verses are in everyday life,
Outbursts of bright passion, rhyme of fractions!
We need a little words for conversations,
And even less for civil strife.

But suddenly from the stage of the audience the actor
Will give generously poetic manna.
With a fountain of images, he is dashing, like a breaker,
Will burst into the soul, so long desired.

He will sparkle with the beauty of phrases
And it will saturate the meaning laid down by the poet,
By yourself ... by playing disarming us
And infecting us with creativity and light.

And then we are on slippery permafrost
We hurry home and wrap ourselves in fur coats,
Everything is as usual. Only we are not the same.
And platitudes make us teeth

So I want, jokingly, to come up with a syllable,
Answer the sleepy chauffeur in rhyme
And with a holiday in my soul, crossing the threshold,
Say thanks!" life ... and an actor.