Текст песни Шмели - Он

Nostalgia his colola
From the inside, and on all sides
Sacrifice of the highest self-drorror
Bey Semes, giving a bow ...
Only beautiful strength did not flatter
Mashed, almost killed ...
Ascended to vicious tone,
Here you have a pity, gradually.
Checked for nine grams,
Know, prayed not to those gods ...
He is tired, asked the award
For the ability to resurrect
But settled the ambush,
To kill him again ...
I did not have time to say goodbye to anyone
Ocean licked him
He flew down dead bird
On the bottom, past the diamond cliffs ...
But again he remained eternal,
In beauty, he looked, Obomlel,
Let him be weak and inhuman
But in hell more than once he burned ...
I realized yes read poems,
Me, they say, it would be fruitful
And give comfort to bed
The world should be right, undoubtedly
Borell, sick and poor ...