Текст песни Нателла Болтянская - Диоген

Diogenes

Let the price of a nickle in their world,
Let my house without doors and walls.
I will live my skinny bread and so
In diogenic simplicity.
I will be covered with a cloak, I will warm
Himself on a thunderstorm.
I may not listen, and not look
How they are attended there

But all night, until the day comes,
As if words sound from the sky:
Diogenes, listen, diogenes,
Your barrel is cracking at the seams.

There will be an ink in the way, and what she is
Maybe since you asked?
And an excess of food or wine
These properties are not compensating ...
I am a minimum of my world,
I will take my gaze from them.
I live behind the bosom without a knife
The fatherland is in sight.

But from copper riveted boorish walls,
Will fly an echo barely -
Diogenes, listen, diogenes,
Your barrel is cracking at the seams

And when in my fragile plank house
The trouble will stand up
I will remember everything from and to,
I will come to him forever
I have been quiet for so long and nonsense
I suffered, I was silent sobbing.
And the gods from now on not to figure out
Bitter taste of my grievances

But until the ashes and decay took me,
It will be audible from afar:
Diogenes, listen, diogenes-
Your barrel is still strong.