БГ - Индия
текст песни

I will come soon, I just lingered on the way.
There is snow here. And outskirts. Extreme. And I'm on the edge.
Here everyone repeats that paradise cannot be found anywhere.
And there everything is different. As if I were visiting Paradise.

There is very warm. They do not wear a coat and coat there.
There are hiding hides in the thickets of flexible vines.
There, girls in Sari are like flower buds.
And many, many secrets keep the ocean.

There, the sun is so close, and therefore the light is brighter.
There flocks of silver fish play at the feet.
And all that I knew about God, is there,
And in every silver fish a dancing god.

It smells of sandalwood, and you can walk barefoot.
Other constellations weave a heavenly canopy.
There everyone smiles, as if you are with each sign.
And each street seems to be a shop of miracles.

Elephants go there, monkeys walk along the roofs,
The cars are signaling, the cows are not in a hurry.
Lilac Krishna plays on a magic flute,
And the gopies are dancing. And breathe very freely.

I just lived. I went down the stairs,
I watched as a dozing under the palm trees an old cliff,
How difficult it is in the fields day after day rises,
As a ripe easily crashes, coconut.

There, boys are repairing heavy wet networks,
The boats sway, and the air trembles from the heat,
Behind the snake of air along the shore, children run ...
You learn to live there, as they are, according to the laws of the soul.

How wise elders cost silent temples,
With respect, centuries froze at the foot of them.
There, stones of the steps were covered with deep scars,
There, the shadows of the dead stepped, and the shadows of the living.

And I am at the foot - a captive of three dimensions,
With a road bag, complete hopes and losses,
Inside the inextricable circle of deaths and births,
And I want to get out of the circle, and now she is the door ...

And the feeling is that I once happened there,
As if all this is familiar, all this is in the blood.
I just sat and listened to the sounds of sunset,
There everything speaks of love, and is silent about love.

A dark -skinned muse glides along the strings of the sitar.
Bracelets ring. Unearthly radiance of the eyes.
And I want to cry. And all the locks open.
You are eternal. You are all in the palm of your hand. You are here and now.

I'm waiting for you there. Under Liana. In the arch of the station.
We will go to the city in Rickshaw, we will not rush.
Forget about everything that I told you now,
The words are useless, colorless ... You just breathe ...