Текст песни Орфей и Эвридика - Ария Харона

Another youth counts the spring
And I only keep count of white winters.
Carries my boat, oars miss.
Whom should he carry ashore? ..
I am the silent butler of glory,
Yesterday's competition luminary.
Carries my boat, but time suffers,
And time is guarding you, Orpheus.
Oars measured from coast to coast
Silent water.
Orpheus, the way back is lost,
Orpheus, the way back is lost,
We are sailing there, we are sailing there, there! ..
Sit in my boat and row together.
Hold the oar heavy in your hands.
Row and don't count it all as revenge
An old man ridiculed by life.
You are a singer yourself, and you yourself came to the market.
I came and threw my heart on the scales.
And this market requires new products
From the purest morning dew.
Oars measured from coast to coast
Silent water.
Orpheus, the way back is lost,
Orpheus, the way back is lost,
We are sailing there, we are sailing there, there! ..