Текст песни Д. Харатьян на стихи С. Жигунова - Свобода выбора

freedom of choice

Near the yellow rocks, among the savannah,
On the way to the promised land
Piously believing in the world, and we are persecuting them,
I will die, tormented by doubts.

And my desires will die with me,
First dreams and promises
Reed-sounding flutes ...
There will be a memory of me like smoke.

Near the yellow rocks, among the savannah,
I lie under the sky breathless
Dead but just as wayward
Keeping a will in my thoughts:

Chest to the ground, eyes to hungry birds,
The skull is a cup for the traveler to drink.
Mind so tired of being in charge
Along with the pain, let the wind blow.

But in the good month of April
I died asleep in my bed.
Curtains not closing before bed
In a bright house under a large window.

And then I woke up too early
My savanna floated above the ground,
Old vulture in green skies
Sunshine in faded eyes.