Текст песни Станционный Смотритель - помпея

I asked you, but you refused me
Your word is stronger than metal steel.
You look like good and glorious all
But rude, like the words of a radical.

You are dressed in white wings
Spinning in dances with a blizzard,
What fly over the fig garden
And over a nice and clean pool.

Gods, My Gods, the city of Pompeii,
Dying at sunset will become a legend.
I came here to pick up my brother
At the risk of getting out of captivity before sunset.
And get home ...

You stood and silently watched everything
And you promised to return to me, back,
But you failed to entertain me, no
And make me smile again.

Your white miracle clothes
Darkened and you flew away.
And in the palms of the ice melted and melted,
Leaving patterns on the body.

Gods, My Gods, the city of Pompeii,
Dying at sunset will become a legend.
I came here to pick up my brother
At the risk of getting out of captivity before sunset.
And come back,
And get back home.