Текст песни Север - Юг - Памяти Михаила Горшенёва

Discovering an old tale
Blowing dust off the circled pages
The jester put on his imaginary mask
The one in which he has a thousand faces

Those who know him very closely
See the pain under the fake face
Life is full of defeat and risk.
And he knew it before the end

Scrolling page by page
Reading an all new line
He was a brutal bloodsucker
That kind little sitting in the meadow

And the listener was quietly silent
When the Jester read good tales

The world is broken once you are no longer in the world in heart pain
And everyone knows who he listened to. No Jester. He was King.
In his words, the magic timbre left peace of mind
And we all know he lived all that he wrote in books

Scrolling on the stage in front of us
Tearing off a flurry of applause
And the heart was shed with bitter tears
He lived each new story

And the hall rose silently
When the Jester fell dead

The world is broken once you are no longer in the world in heart pain
And everyone knows who he listened to. No Jester. He was King.
In his words, magical light left peace of mind
And we all know he lived all that he wrote in books

Closing the book one last time
He pressed her to his chest
The Jester evidently understood at that fateful hour
That death cannot be joked

She quietly entered in a sweet veil
Having done his dirty deed
He saw her even standing with his back
And covered his body with his life ...