Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Край земли

Edge of the earth
Yuri Lores

Here is the abyss. This is the limit of the earth. Here is the edge.
Play, my magic, play!
Dance, my dear, dance
and sing, my dear, for the soul.

Here is the height for you. Here is the depth.
Here is a meal of bread and wine.
The night steppe scares with silence,
stars smell like wormwood - under me.

Here is the cup. Pick up and sip.
Take me, but do not destroy your soul.
Beethoven is deaf here, Homer is blind.
And you and I are munching on rancid bread.

Such depth that it is not visible ...
Such silence that you cannot hear ...
One is deaf, the other is blind - why?
And all the time I dream that I am dumb.

Words convulse my mouth
and knits my tongue wormwood-grass,
and the throat catches the blood -
truly! And you do not contradict!

Forget what's ahead.
But don't touch the past, don't hurt.
We are together, we are immortal, we are one.
We drink wormwood wine with you.

Grass-wormwood, star-wormwood is visible.
Night steppe: no sky, no bottom.
Here is the abyss. This is the limit of the earth. Here is the edge.
Dance and sing, magic, play!

One wrong step - and depth.
One wrong sound and silence.
One wrong move and don't look
Fly, my love, fly!