Текст песни Алексей Кискачи - Tapestry

That blows warm wind
And acceleration of the cloud over his head,
That blows warm wind
And smooth out all the sadness on her forehead.
All clothes disperse
And you will put the dust of gold,
And stay inconspicuous detail
On patterned carpets.

So Napela his maiden
And in his hand the needle between her glistening.
So Napela his maiden
Over a needle leading gold thread;
Toyu thread to stitch
His heart is quietly but expertly,
Isolated and implanted
Him being mixed picture.

There and faithful Rocinante
Carry it to the slopes and valleys.
Our hero enters Nantes
And leaves the Crusaders in the robbery.
There - à la guerre comme à la guerre -
He dies in the unforgettable Palestine
That does not matter - it is in the carpet
It has long been woven into her cunning hand.

For there is a pattern pattern
It lies along the French dagger
For a coach there - motor,
And for the engine - a high-speed spaceship.
Web of previous years
His figure was lost and gone,
Just rusty crossbow
Yes red-hot arrows flying in the sky missed first trimester.

But as long as silk flowing
By law, unearthly attraction
He is driven by one girl,
Saracens continued to overtake.
It is of a golden thread
Battles continue indefinitely,
And pierced by a needle that,
He continues indefinitely to die.

1998