Текст песни Пикник - Ихтиандр

( E.Shklyarsky )

How hateful suits ,
Only the wrist
breaks Ichthyander
The brilliant pieces.
And he can not understand ,
All in the mind of having mixed :
He just does not want to you
The same air to breathe ...

And , closing his eyes , peel off
Wet velvet darkness.
He just does not want to
See what you see ...

It does not matter whether , was :
He has already touched bottom .
Otherwise it waits sky
And different depth .
And different depth ...

Ocean cherishes his
And shakes on hands ;
And then do not dare
Touch sorrow and fear.

... And wake up and zanoet
Again, the heart of grief .
Here and tears , and tears suits
The brilliant pieces ...