Текст песни Сергей Калугин - Сонет 6

Agate of the Moon, agonizingly vague
 Slides over the feathers of a black eagle,
 What is spreading, from the verge to the verge
 Above the world gigantic wings.

 And reflects the aspid moisture
 Night lakes, floating at the back,
 The light of the clouds, pierced by the moon,
 And the Milky Way in the crystals of the zodiac.

 Over the haze of the mountains, behind the edge of the ridge
 The river is a crystal trail,
 A little light is visible in the distant camp.

 And a ray of the star, like a string of ice,
 Drags me on no one knows where
 On a thin and shimmering lasso ...