Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Перечитывая Диогена

There is a sea of ​​color busty siena,
And algae look like dill.
That city is called Sinop,
Recorded on the exile of Diogen.
There sall corrosive air
Trident Poseidon, Port and Rostra,
And the bridge can not get the island,
Which is the name of Vasilisk.

There from Egypt stolen sphinxes,
Climbing papyrus in stone claws,
how to forget on bent elbows,
Riddles are looking for their own sophimons.
There are gods look from every facade,
And the inscriptions are not read,
The column supports the sky in honor
Another victory by Alexander.

There is everywhere the shadow of a huge cathedral,
And behind the copper ringing of the horseshoes.
There guard the silence of gardens
Pig-iron fence smooth patterns.
There statues covers the thrill,
when threatens the bay bay
and makes refuge kings
In prison, the converted fortress.

There you fall involuntarily on your knees,
But the sacredness is not overcome.
Worthy of prosperity people
But not worthy of their own creations.
Run destiny, get, frighten,
Great city turning into Tlen.
But the inhabitants of Sinop Diogenes
sentenced to stay in place.