Текст песни Дмитрий Вагин - Орион

Oh you are my eternal thoughts
Oh you damn my lyre
From the sum to the calculation of the amount
From the treatise to the inn.

And from the vestibule to the vestibule,
From guitars to getters
That’s from the Third Rome to Rome,
That is from quiet Tver to Venus.

So, now in the dust, then in the soap,
My thoughts are like oars beating
Only in muddy water and silt
Do not find a golden saucer,

On which is not yet erased,
What was a sleepy vision,
Do not find, do not fall me dead
Between Tver and Orion.

And wake up with a maple leaf
Or become a crane wedge,
Screaming inflamed again
To me from the vestibule to the vestibule

And look in the blue-eyed sea
What was a sleepy vision,
Screaming, inflamed, arguing,
Now with Venus, then with Orion.