Текст песни Игорь Ильин - Красота

About mortal! Like a dream of a stone, I am beautiful!
And my breasts, that everyone destroys the turn,
The hearts of the artists will tear lovely
Such a substance, eating and dumb.

In the Lazuri, I reign in the Sphinx is incomprehensible;
Like swan, mela, and cold, like snow;
Digging traffic, admirement;
I am not laughing forever, I do not cry forever.

I am a strict sample for proud sculptures,
And, with a vain thirst to saturate the glands of dreams,
Poets are prone to me in the dust.

But they entail them, submissive and lovers,
The radiance of eternity in my eyes sleepless,
Where everything is more beautiful as in pure mirrors.