Текст песни Михаил Анчаров - Баллада о красоте

Me in a glass
They poured wine
To me by deception
Pecked eyes.
Trained to endure
But one thing
I forgot -
About happiness to say.
What is it -
Like a sail nobody's
What is it -
Like a rustle of fire
What is it -
Like a moan of trumpeters
Raising the tramp
Horse

A thousand years
This moan, this verse.
A thousand years
A blizzard howls to us.
A thousand years
For a dream smile
We are looking for treasures
For the old mounds.
The morning will rise -
The haze dissipates.
The night is coming -
The star is not extinguished.
Children listen
Rustle of a wing
Flying off
Pegasus

You come
In someone else's cafe,
You smell
Someone else's food
Tears you pour
On a fake stanza
And laugh
In plain sight.
I need beauty
Fuck you!
To tears, to the stars,
To proudly ...
The sun goes down
For the forest,
Like a god
With a cut throat.