Текст песни Поэт без усов - Сны юности

A month with a sickle cuts off ears of anxiety about the past,
Imaginarium is full of colors
And the subconscious mind will remember everything
Throwing the schooner Morpheus ashore sandy,
Passing through the passions of a windbreak,
And on it
Heart and night intertwined and conceived
What will later be called a dream.
Gently stretching time in moments of rainbow dreams,
But each time the colossus will be destroyed by the steel of the morning suns,
As for the firmament of heaven has grown.
I admired
But just a blind man by the nose
Drove
Amid the magical depths.
Charlatan!
Gave a dream to sip
But the smoke cleared.
Old, being young
Suddenly woke up, and ardor
Instantly darkness
One of the cheapest apartments, chilled
Oh, you fool!
He thought, looking at the world,
Remembering the taste of vintage wines.
I regretted that he woke him up early so
Morning scream
Again lay on the mattress and the old man fell into a slumber.