Текст песни Евген Барышников - Отречение

Delirium, of course, but who will judge us
For the mediocre wasted shine of the blue?
When the ice of failure cools our ardor
We will understand that we have gone far from spring.

But you're standing on the doorstep
At the source of the road
And your gaze plows the track

And your feet carry you
Into the distance, where the abyss ends up,
In repentance to the wind at her edge.

But get off your knees, there will be no remission
After all, we are anointed with peace, not blue
May we be different people with you,
We are now on the path of those who have lost their peace.

And doubts burn
Zonnarion's scythe,
And the crows are astonished from heaven,

As they walk nearby
Wearing the crown
And the one who was executed was in her name.

But don't wait: there will be no place for revenge,
After all, the road does not matter who is the king and who is the thief
The doomed is not judged in the blue,
And those who have renounced everything gain space.

I'm on the porch of dawn
I throw the Sun-coin:
A useless bribe to Fate ...

And the mountain will finally come to Mohammed,
Well, we will finally figure it out.

So hurry up! A storm is gathering
Well, we should get to the mountains by sunset.
There will be no regrets ahead
After all, there is no more blue, that's the whole conversation.

1x.06.2005