Текст песни Сергей Калугин - Сонет 4

Intoxicated showers over land
Reign gray ghosts fog
And the evening is so quiet that sometimes
I can hear the distant cry panpipes .

Brad river, up to his neck in the reeds ,
Sam cry from rest and powerlessness ,
A moonlight lies stole
In crosses mayflies on my shoulders .

And willow branches touch the waves ,
And every moment of silence
Rapidly , like a shadow running doe .

And breaking river depth ,
The dark waters walks me
Agate Moon - painfully vague ...