Текст песни В. Долина - Средневековье

All bedside angels, alas,
You cannot forcefully tie to the headboard.
Oh, the lute music of love
You are not often adjacent to love.
Legal with a lethal rhyme -
Do I dare - legal with lethal?
But rhyming is like risking your life.
Cyanic rhymes with almond.

You, music of bed trivia -
Lumps of sheets, heaps of underwear -
Above all familiar languages,
Naive, genuine.
You will believe in my clairvoyance
Falling into this grotesque hive,
Where is heather honey, and oblivion,
And the way of life is a bit medieval.

Love is undetected cyan
Poured into tea, poured into dishes ...
Destiny is a dilapidated gypsy,
Peeping at me everywhere.
And the bedside angels, alas,
I won't put it at the head of the bed,
Where is lute comfort, flight of love
And the complete Middle Ages.