Текст песни Сергей Калугин - Сонет 7

On thin and flickering lasso
My spirit should be sad for me .
I do not touch the perforation of the hand
Flower stigmata outbreak of hand .

I do not get up in the fiery stream
To the limit of light , to the heart of being,
My path is sterile , like lithium
In the mouth has long forgotten about God .

I'm the one who dies in the doorway,
I do not take in shining Abode
Garments that streamed white .

Road distance, striving for the top,
I am a heart scorched desert
Midnight wind drives for a ...