Текст песни Снегопады - Пьяный дервиш

Nightingales in the cypresses and the lake moon
Stone black, white stone, I drank a lot of wine.
I am now the bottle sang louder my heart:
The world is only a beam from the face of another, everything else his shadow!

Cupbearer vzljubili I did not today, not yesterday,
Not yesterday, not today drunk in the morning.
And I go, and boasted that he knew I was a triumph:
The world is only a beam from the face of another, everything else his shadow!

I tramp and truschobnik, unlucky man,
Everything I've learned, everything is now forgotten for ever;
For pink smile and a melody:
The world is only a beam from the face of another, everything else his shadow!

Here I go over the graves where my friends are,
About love to ask the dead do not I?
And shouts from the pit skull secret of his coffin:
The world is only a beam from the face of another, everything else his shadow!

Under the moon raced in the smoky lake jet
At high cypresses silent nightingales,
Only one sang so loudly that not sung anything:
The world is only a beam from the face of another, everything else his shadow!