Текст песни Александр Левин - Божественный август

Shar-bird flying in the golden clouds,
It revolves burning her body,
and stretches parabola sway,
unthinkable long.
In dense sand at water burning
melted imperial imprint soles
low spreads and scattered smoke
blacksmith cod.
Lying on the sand, feeling the hand
the beating of wrist hourglass
feathered glass light peace
and the angle of declination,
and go on a mattress in a cool fire,
and to see in the dark paradise Bottle,
a chicken-fish floats in depth
and cackles quietly,
ladybug crawling like a box on hand:
square yellow spots on the wings,
and the word of the Lord thunders in the box,
as sulfuric match.