Текст песни Записки Неизвестного - О любви-с

About love, sir

I'm sick and tired of these slums!
So you want to break free to the light! - still would!
Half my life under the sky - but I don't see the sun
For half my life I hate my life.

The grass has withered and the river has shrunk,
My ark is broken, it stands at the pier,
Hope, like a whore humbly kept silent,
That it’s not too late for me to start over.

I remember, I remember: pitch darkness there,
But the room breathes a candle scent
There is a living flame of faith ...
The permissible norm for me, I have neglected!

I'm sorry more than a hornet's sting.
My love has matured like a soldier:
Fed up with a handful of earth and a palm of rain,
I built a house without a log or a nail ...

I I

I do not need another, since the former is not!
For half my life I heard silence in response,
I prayed for half my life that you
She sounded the world of deaf emptiness.
I know it won't be new
But now I wish no other happiness -
You alone I breathe and love;
Let me overcome your pains!

So it burns in my heart today
In a bright flame, a born theme -
As on the night of the birth of the son of the Lord
The star of Bethlehem burned over the world.
The muse fed me with meat from a knife,
I told to leave the holidays of light,
Owned by bestial power
And evil alienates from God, the poet ...