Текст песни Йовин - Он пламенел...

"Poet and Muse"

He was on fire - the soul of a poet
Was engulfed in flames.
She burned like a comet
Threatening to burn him to the ground.
Burning like Giordano Bruno
He trampled on the lyre in a fury.
And tore the trembling strings
And tore the paper to shreds.
He cut the curtains with scissors
He beat the sets to pieces
Crushed sheds and fences
From gloomy melancholy.
He tore the wallpaper from the walls -
The symptom is, of course, familiar to you.
And the walls themselves, howling bitterly,
Crushed with a jackhammer.
Crushed sheds and cemeteries,
All turning to dust and smoke.
Behind him is ravage and ashes
They dragged on in a fatal train.
I broke the hands and feet of passers-by,
Scared children from around the corner -
That's how it ends up
The bastard muse has brought!