Текст песни Сергей Набивачев - Древнеегипетский похмельный блюз

I wake up at dawn
I see the street and the yard
To me it pulls its branches
Lone sycamore

I used to hide under the protection
everlasting pyramids
Just not the drinking cup
And my jug is not broken

I climbed in the fog
Flask showed the bottom
Most will not have to drink
That Syrian wine.

I visit my goodbye I
Those who are listed as friends
Their conversation as the buzz
Flocks of flies in my ears

Finally I fall down
By the Nile water and get drunk
I expand , remembering
What will come back here

How could I not come back to me
It stores these days
Bandaged in cloth
My sacred scarab