Текст песни Елена Фролова - О.Э. Мандельштам - Отравлен хлеб, и воздух выпит...

The bread is poisoned, and the air is drunk:
How difficult it is to heal wounds!
Joseph, sold to Egypt,
I couldn’t be more sad.
Bedouins under the starry sky
Closing his eyes and on horseback
Compose free epics
About a vaguely experienced day.
A little needed for inspiration:
Who lost a quiver in the sand,
Who traded the horse - events
The fog dissipates.
And if it is truly sung
And with full breasts, finally
Everything disappears - remains
Space, stars and singer!