Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Хор пел о путешествиях Данте

He was a Catholic priest,
She read Verlaine.
He was able to feed the wolf from the hands,
She did not know how.

He was a Catholic priest,
She read Rimbaud.
He smoked a pack a day,
She admired him.

Lord, give her love,
I will not deny it.
So the days pass
Until Judgment Day.

He was a Catholic priest,
She read Proust.
He could be moody,
She did not speak of Prussia.

Lord, give her love,
I will not deny it.
So the days pass
Until Judgment Day.

They were married, the choir sang
About Dante travels.
He told her & quot; Liebe dich! & Quot ;,
She said, & quot; Danke & quot;

Lord, give her love,
I will not deny it.
So the days pass
Until Judgment Day.