Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Восточная песня 2

Listen, boy: I is not easy,
erased the names and dates,
I do not remember about the East.

Extinguished mind floating away
light boat in the midnight dream,
forgetting the eastern edge.

Motley paintings pale,
as if under a veil monochrome.

Bright vision now
rarely lit up the night my ...

Here is a slave in the throne room.
Like her, I do not remember, was the name?
Zulfiya it? Leila right?

Here palace magician-alchemist.
That he shook from a jug?
Yellow date? Red citrus?

Here is a star on someone's dress
here on the silver pheasant tailed ...
The lips of a savage on the throne ...
Drops of someone's blood on the blade ...

Hey, boy, look tenderly:
you are not deprived of destiny,
boundless expanse before you.

I'll give you a way
Pergamum card on the skin.
You will be on time. You're younger.

Congress, seek out in nature
strange this "ost" reverse "news";
drink the golden sky,
blue smoke sipped.

Every traveler knows there
that from ancient till now
ought to know the man.

There will know the bitterness of the dust,
jealous friend, mercy, Shah ...
Grace Shah - poison and scaffold ...

There, and only there thinker
free to comprehend the reality of eternity.
For never die
something that is not never been born.

We uvyanem, we cool down
time - and will take the grave;
there is everything as it was.

In the throne room you will notice
citrus to the wizarding pitcher
there you will meet a shadow slave.

There you meet a star
flash, and a pheasant on a platter karknet,
Lips pursed his savage,
blood fall to the ground with an iron ...

1990.