Текст песни Вереск - Король Из Фулы

Fulsky king

King lived in a distant Thule
And the golden cup
I kept it a farewell gift
beloved one

When he drank from the cup,
Looking around the room,
He recalled dove
And the tears wiped away

And in the hour of death, heavy
He gave principalities darkness
And yet, up to the throne,
A cup - anyone.

With his entourage in full assembly
He's coastal cliffs
In his palace by the sea
Farewell banquet given

And a cup of hearts,
The dried up bottom,
He threw down from the balcony,
Where howled depth.

The moment when the abyss
Cup was absorbed,
He had to end,
And I do not drink it.

poem. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
translation of Boris Pasternak