Текст песни Галина Липина - Ты оденешь меня в серебро

You will dress me in silver
And when I die
A month will come out - heavenly Pierrot,
The red clown will rise to the Jura.

The dead month is helplessly dumb,
Didn't reveal anything to anyone.
He will only ask a friend - why
When did I love her?

Into this raging waking dream
I'll roll over with a dead face.
And the clown will scare the owl,
Rattling a bell under the mountain ...

I know his wrinkled face is old
And shameless in earthly nudity.
But an ominous intoxication rises -
To heaven, to height, to purity ...