Текст песни Иван Евсеенко - Маркиз де Сад

Calm down, come to the light,
Open to its wondrous forms,
Before you bloody poet,
My hands, agile as the wind ...
And when you ask your beloved,
Letting inquiring glance:
"Who, tell me more, my opponent?"
You will answer: "Marquis de Sade".

What is left of the first love ?,
The way I'm still unhappy,
My hands and my heart in the blood,
And the soul is drowning in a whirlpool of passion ...
And when you ask the venerable father,
Letting inquiring glance:
"Who, tell me more, was this rascal?"
You will answer: "Marquis de Sade".

"Little House" will again remember
Before going to bed, and the Duchess of whores,
Timely eh woman calling,
Not last torments of hell?

And when you're asked on Judgement,
Anticipating the path to Heaven or Hell:
"Who, tell me more, was the villain?"
You will answer: "Marquis de Sade".