Текст песни Дмитрий Кимельфельд - Греческая фантазия

Coast of the sea, a crunch of sand,
Two blades of grass near the temple,
A narrow track is washed off by waves,
Half a day the dash is close.
       A red curl over the ear
       Curls wild cock,
       The receiver is poured
       Under the newspaper with a pie.

And she sits with her back
Between me and the wave,
She does not know that the Greeks
They are going to war.
       Greeks repair sails,
       Greeks get along with the belt,
       Oh, a lot of blood will be shed
       For Yelena's eyes.

The son of Priam,
His star sign is Taurus.
The fugitive with blue eyes
There are seven rings on the wrist.
       Oh, how the night was frying,
       No wings, no wind.
       Shadows took off long,
       How thick ages.

Lip cherry flavor
It was fatal, like poison,
And from the envy of the powerless
Nights melted agate.
       Snow-white hand
       Slightly touched curl,
       And the Aeolian Strings
       Sleep carried from afar.

And then ... And then what ?!
Everything, as in a century gold.
Honor the Blind Greek
Sochinenya, the third volume.
       The theme of eternal change.
       Summer will betray everything.
       And she comes to the sea,
       Washes a narrow foot.