Текст песни Треустье - Апофеоз добродетели

The apotheosis of virtue

Anyone who has been plunged by demons
All because there was a palace for them,
They did not discern the power of the disembodied,
Flowed, not knowing the edge of use.

Alas, the breath of sweet vice
Its destructive pattern blinded the minds.
And only a fool did not learn a lesson
Like a beggar from an empty bag.

Look, breathe, bloom and smell
Darken the spring with the languid touch of the lips,
Give the threads of fate to Arachne.
The bodies of cold stars will flash.

Float like blood through the veins of the headlight
Hundreds of different legs flash.
Stands with crumbling cithara
Antique half-rotten god.

The night sparkles, the city shimmers
Noises, not expecting mountain torments.
So he was dear to Phoebus,
Equal, like a flexible bow.

And knowing the measure, even in flour,
Ryok: "Everyone, stay away from Hades!"
To him suddenly stretched out Cypride
Only frostbitten hands.

2011 (March 1-8)