Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Галатея

In Summer Greece, noon hot
Felt with honey high herbs.
Only in the house of the sculptor - crying,
Only in the house of the sculptor - mourning.
Distribution and tears around,
Although the gods take out of the house.
- What happened to you, my friend?
- Galatia goes to another!

Forgetting about food and drink,
He sculpt her gently and rudely.
Became warm hips her
Steel Alymi White Lips.
Over sideways without seeing trouble,
Life he gave to create a native.
Disappeared in vain work -
Galatia goes to another!

Do not sit - sadness on the chel, -
Accept, artist, for business:
There is a lot of marble on Earth,
Many female roast body.
But deserted in his workshop,
Don't have anything bad, -
He is answered with melancholy:
- Galatia goes to another!

And the temple grows grapes,
Beauty is striking nature,
And again on the Olympus report,
What art is for the people.
Roasted the Greeks of the cheerful crowd,
Above Athens Songs and Gomon ...
And the sculptor - the dead drink:
Galatia goes to another!