Текст песни Михаил Анчаров - Баллада о красоте

In my glass
Poured wine
Tricked me
Eyes pecked.
Taught to endure
But one thing
They forgot me -
About happiness to say.
What is it -
Like nobody's sail
What is it -
Like a rustle of fire
What is it -
Like the groan of trumpeters
Raising to the stomp
Horse.

A thousand years
This groan, this verse.
A thousand years
A blizzard howls to us.
A thousand years
For the smile of a dream
Looking for treasures
Along the old mounds.
The morning will rise -
The haze will dissipate.
The night comes -
The star has not gone out.
Children listen
The rustle of a wing
Flying stomp
Pegasus.

You are coming
To someone else's cafe
Smell
Someone else's food
You shed tears
On a false stanza
And laughing
In plain sight.
I need beauty
Poorly!
To tears, to the stars,
To proudly ...
The sun goes down
For the forest,
Like a god
With a slit throat.