Сильвар - Равенна
текст песни

A tide rolled to the lake.
We climbed the light from steeply boiling foam
White marble walls, dull greens of olive,
What is the name of Ravenna in this world.

White marble walls, dull greens of olive,
And above them the hand of the Lord lies invisibly.
Come and touch. Remember, as long as he is alive,
For this is the wisdom, power and greatness of Rome!

But not everyone wants to live on their term here,
Because with a stone in the window, ice behind the gate -
On seven hills, on the cross of eternal roads -
This city, a cat city, which is a city ...

Here it is, our days and nights vigilant guard,
The older brother, comrade, the city is a rash,
We are to read Plato earlier than "Our Father",
To study the history of the world by genealogy.

Can a holy father let go of sins
Those who remember that the gods reigned before - the gods?
And about how we can write poetry,
They know all the brothels of the Appievo Road.

And Ravenna is an ash cross in the forehead.
The heavenly owner looks from any wall ...
And about how we can play fate,
What we finish - ask the brown of the outskirts!

The bowl splashed, and the angel waved his wing.
But someone should stand up for our shrines,
For the poems of Katull, a girl around the corner,
And the sound of a platform Latin, familiar to the hearing.

We stand a dam on the coast of darkness,
After us - cold rain, emptiness, oblivion.
Everything that we stand, what we have achieved -
This is a chance to die in Rome, but not Ravenna.

There, in the north, the Blue Rhine. Sails over him
Everything that has become fat, heavy smoke now
After us ... but still the one who captures Rome,
For some three hundred years, he will also become Rome.