Текст песни Сергей Набивачев - Древнеегипетский похмельный блюз

I wake up at dawn
I see the street and the yard
To me it pulls its branches
Lone sycamore

I used to take refuge under the protection of
Everlasting pyramids
Just not the drinking cup
And my jug is not broken

I went up in a fog
Flask showed bottom
Most will not have a drink
That Syrian wine.

I visit my goodbye I
Those who are listed as friends
They talk like buzzing
Flocks of flies in my ears

Finally, I fall down
By the Nile water and get drunk
Expand I, bearing in mind,
What's come back here

How can I not go back
It stores these days
Bandaged in cloth
My sacred scarab