Angel of rain (BG/ George – A.Gunitskii)
I know places
Where in the gold shadow
Are wandering Janissaries along a posthumous path;
Where there's salty fence,
Where a sermon to cherries
Is reading device.
I know places
Where is flowering concentrate –
Last an exile,
Not waiting any patches;
Where roses are in tears,
And galangal – is in silver;
Where are dancing yogis – налджорпы
In the backyard...
If in a house has blossomed reed –
Means, in a house is a split;
And if a mouse has gnawed through skull –
Time to forget about the past.
Maybe in our hearts are dancing bunnies,
Maybe – are howling wolves;
And maybe angel of rain makes a noise –
I know places
Where in the gold shadow
Are wandering Janissaries along a posthumous path;
Where there's salty fence,
Where a sermon to cherries
Is reading device.
I know places
Where is flowering concentrate –
Last an exile,
Not waiting any patches;
Where roses are in tears,
And galangal – is in silver;
Where are dancing yogis – налджорпы
In the backyard...
If in a house has blossomed reed –
Means, in a house is a split;
And if a mouse has gnawed through skull –
Time to forget about the past.
Maybe in our hearts are dancing bunnies,
Maybe – are howling wolves;
And maybe angel of rain makes a noise –