Текст песни Mainhard - Дориан

No, beauty could not
Destroy Everything
In his life,
No, I did not draw these eyes ...
-Yes, - answers from canvas
Indifferent
That creature,
In whose perfection the deceased
I saw the ideal.

Faun, whose mocking look
Without embarrassment
To me speaks,
How much lies in it, how much power of evil ...
The one in whom, like demons, sleep
Criminals,
The one in whom reigns
The idol of vain ambitions, the heart burning to the ground.

In the darkness, amid the dust
She is dying from wounds,
Why did you kill
Your soul, Dorian?

Paints of vices
And the passions of the low-
Stamp of evil fate
Your portrait is finished.

Flushing the venom of contemptuous words,
Tears flow ...
There are no prayers,
What does not lead to cleanliness, my friend.
I was not ready for the truth -
Too late,
Scarlet Lights
A knife, over me, carried by your graceful hand.

Could the artist
Push you to the line
In the blind and godless
Worship of beauty?

It's my time of creation
The canvas of sorrow was given -
How scary is your time
Punished, Dorian!

The day is clear and golden,
And each brush moves
Predetermines life,
And the wind smells of lilac ...

(Text by Olga Kovalevskaya)