Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Античная картинка

Dancing a woman, and God
In the forest plays on the swirls.
And the river was splashing trout,
How tuventants have your feet.
What brilliant prologue,
Woman dancing carelessly,
And the world is green, young, eternal
Filled like a wine horn.

And the spirit smokes by the face
Olives, Citrus, Anisa.
We reclaim God Dionysus
As a gracious creator.
Ah, idyllic april,
God sits over the water
Shakes goat beard
And blowing politely into the sweater.

Fog, flower pollen
And nude natura.
As if a white sculpture
In the coming parks and palaces.
And between the tree - and the light, and the shadow,
Satira, nymphs and amrages,
And dance in sheep skins
Hurry from the surrounding villages.

They are not visible days
They do not see the medium of violent dance,
What on the Ahetseans and Trojans
Long ago are divided.
And God looks from
How everything goes irretrievably,
How the world becomes theater -
Theater of the future war.