Текст песни миша токарев - Не Марк, но Михаил

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I do not Mark , but Michael.

Where are you my dear Sappho ,
You sleep there , and maybe did not get up to yesterday ?
On the island of Lesbos blackens village
This is just part of my Madrigals for you !

About a tenth muse, look at me !
Imagine that I Catullus and Lucretius ,
After all, I did like nothing , without wine dust
Here Russia , you know , not Greece !

Where are you , not mine, not Sappho ,
With reason , sense , nor Titus nor Valery !
Lesvos no, there is white forehead ,
This is mine, said Marcus Aurelius !