Текст песни Геннадий Викторович Жуков - Сотворение любви

Boy full of dreams and music
In a moment, the unconscious will head to the sea.
The stone will drop, and small waves,
Having run away a little, they will be lost soon.

The sea will hide all subtle currents.
Whirlwinds, curling, will hide in the sea.
And a secret grief will swing,
Without splitting into splashes and lines.

The feeling will bend into a harsh silence,
The echoing abyss - will triple the sob -
Will kick out, drive out intoxicated suffering
With gray foam, with a restrained roar.

... So it falls into a deaf womb,
He looks for the bottom in unconsciousness - and finds it! -
And, pushing off, so the word rises
From tongue to numb palate.

Do not flatter yourself, not yet art -
A voice covered with wet cotton.
Then the demoniac continues their run
Dark feeling and light feeling ...

Do you see the edge? Brown comb
A bowl that has absorbed a storm of wine?
The belly that the taut wave wears
Opens up the serrated flint on the edge

The wave will collapse on your knees before you.
The mane will foam, the gray hair will come off.
The body will seep into the sand, and in the foam
Will get up in languor, stretch in laziness
Girl, full of secret dreams ...