Текст песни Мельница - 6. - Кувшин

And that day I walk empty,
Opening my mouth.
I'm waiting for someone to caress me
Pour milk ...

In order not to languish in the half-day heat,
What an empty jug
To descend on me in peace,
Purity of soul ...

If I wanted to, I would convert
Milk to wine.
If I would, I would share
Your half-day shelter.

Autumn me with a light hand
Do not leave with a glance.
So that your words flow like a river
Through my mouth.

Let me in, I'll walk barefoot through the white light ...
She sang and danced like a playgirl,
Throwing up my face, pose-
Lord, for you!

Deliver me from the sin of the intoxication
Take your hands ...
And send us snow with tender white manna,
From heaven, Lord ...

But the world is motionless, and dark and cramped,
My throat is hot.
Through my lips, measuredly, immature
Emptiness flows ...