Текст песни Дмитрий Кимельфельд - Греческая фантазия

Coastal, crunching sand,
The two blades of grass to his temple,
The narrow trail wash wave
Half-day dash close.
       Golden lock over the ear
       Sweeps wild rooster,
       poured receiver
       Under the newspaper with the patty.

She sits back
Between me and wave,
She knows not what the Greeks
They are going to war.
       Greeks repairing sails,
       Greeks get on the belt,
       Oh, shed a lot of blood
       During Elenin eyes.

Son of Priam, heart of oak,
Star sign it - Taurus.
In blue-eyed fugitive
On the wrist, seven rings.
       Oh, how the night was hot,
       No wings, no wind.
       Long Shadows flew,
       How oppressive century.

Lips cherry flavor
There was a deadly poison like,
And envy powerless
Night melted agate.
       A white hand
       Hardly touched the curl,
       And Aeolian strings
       Son carried afar.

And then ... And then what ?!
All in the golden century.
Read to the blind Greek
The writing, the third volume.
       everlasting change the subject.
       Summer all betray the fire.
       And she comes to the sea,
       Washes narrow foot.