Текст песни Апокриф - Римская элегия

purple velvet curtains draped hall
the voice of a sweet cello is tired of passion
and painfully long fingers raise a glass
to lips shaded with gracefully vicious grin

the scent of decay permeated the lines of the hands
fiddling nervously in his buttonhole withered daffodil
angular gesture graceful, fatal sound
down the mystical ladder of music

ghost statue with pale shoulder tattoo
wet glitter in herbaceous Ganges eyes
drunk, the cello screamed hysterically
and from the molding of the cornice a drug fear sprang up

instead of music, the cry "We are on fire!"
fatal rumble in the minds of the drunk
Eternal city, great Rome
hallucinogenic space cut open

purple toga drenched in wine
and wrinkles of debauchery on young skin
crowds of barbarians outside the window
but will not rise from the banquet bed

in their bottomlessly empty eyes
the reflection of the flame dances with a cheerful glare
in their melodious voices
indifference to bloodthirsty screams

death under rose petals
their magnificent evening will end
strange statics of languid poses
dying Rome does not contradict

in the purple haze of years emerging hall
the voice of a sweet cello hoarse and disappeared
and bony fragile fingers pressed the glass
to ethereal lips shaded with a universal smile