Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Молитва безумца

PRAYER Crazies
Whoever and wherever I was,
in whose whatever smoldering shell
everywhere - I think only
about you.

Because - of whom shall I think,
twisted beyond
substances and matter,
exploring the mysteries
transparent world,
where everything is useless,
where everything is weightless,
And you - real,
And you - all kinds, single ?!

Long as a thousand journeys.
Black as the Black Sea.
Main, between darkness and light,
Judge.

This - slurred request
the last song
silent throat
Prayer madman
devoid of meaning;
madman who
does not want to hope,
not eager to rest,
and asks for a small, God!

Hearing my spell,
seeing upraised hands,
know this: this is everything.
But I did not.

1990