Текст песни Портрет Дориана Грея - Рубаи

EM am
Answer me, Lord, if only you are:
H em h
You ascended the mail, leaving us here?
EM am
Or maybe you just ran away from the problems
H C H EM H
Who were, who are now?

I tried to pour my sadness with my sadness
And smoke tobacco - to close trouble.
He deceived his mouth, and his eyes were given.
I thought: probably it is better to close them.

The eyes are still open and dry.
I am again writing unnecessary poems.
But even it will not become easier for me,
All these are only new sins.

We are determined by being,
And there will be everything - the kiss, the beetle.
We are only slaves of someone's arbitrariness,
And our protest is poems and drinking.

Omar Hayyam, you were damn right,
Crowning on sobriety is corrected.
I raise my glass for you,
Filled by the sweetest of poison.