Текст песни ШавануШ - Ветхозаветный Иона

Incubator
Sergey Anushkevich
Images all merged,
In silence furtively.
I remember how dreamed,
In the nursery on the crib.

And seeing from childhood
As inexlarm.
Nightmare
We were fate captured.

As losing youth
Still suddenly enemies.
How the lunariness was united
Both brains.

Lost mind
Lost memory.
And not visible to the eye,
Lies for images.

In the images of the icon,
They cry like holy.
On Gandon Street,
The souls are crumpled.

I want to fix it,
since birth.
Current memory,
And in the soul confusion.

Lie and dirt everywhere
In churches and icons.
I am looking for truth!
Like the Old Testament Ion ...