Rusty jug (BG)
Leave your sins – she said quietly,
No one can own by nothing on this side of the day;
Otherwise – three sisters and Baba Boboriha;
So throw a lifting jack of dreams and beat with your forehead into me.
Singer of simple love long ago is buried into the flowerbed,
Within the service space they milk a goat, forgetting the beautiful ladies;
Unable to withstand of passions that are inherent in messrs.
But there will be a day when all they will see one dream;
Neither a word, nor a verb will not fly out of the mouth;
Someone will crash down as he stood, and someone will take off like a bird,
And rusty jug of fate will become forever empty.
Behind the sphere of the three worlds, through and through of what is in the world,
Lies my marvelous garden, and the entrance is wreathed with ivy;
When you will be intact, we'll meet else.
Leave your sins – she said quietly,
No one can own by nothing on this side of the day;
Otherwise – three sisters and Baba Boboriha;
So throw a lifting jack of dreams and beat with your forehead into me.
Singer of simple love long ago is buried into the flowerbed,
Within the service space they milk a goat, forgetting the beautiful ladies;
Unable to withstand of passions that are inherent in messrs.
But there will be a day when all they will see one dream;
Neither a word, nor a verb will not fly out of the mouth;
Someone will crash down as he stood, and someone will take off like a bird,
And rusty jug of fate will become forever empty.
Behind the sphere of the three worlds, through and through of what is in the world,
Lies my marvelous garden, and the entrance is wreathed with ivy;
When you will be intact, we'll meet else.