Текст песни Тиль Уленшпигель - Вавилон

From ancient source,
It has bitter water,
Up to the time before the deadline.
It goes nowhere.

& quot; Where is your victim, Cain? & quot;
& quot; In dispel smoke. & quot;
& quot; And where is your brother Abel? & quot;
& quot; I do not guard him. & quot;

Sleep my capital,
My ancient Babylon.
Your night bird
Poberezhet your dream.

Here, the night, and her curse,
and a flash Dawn
understand each other brothers
I can not say.

Within the walls of your broken
There is the joy of victory.
Among those killed your
Heroes no longer exists.

& quot; Where is your victim, Cain? & quot;
& quot; In dispel smoke. & quot;
& quot; And where is your brother Abel? & quot;
& quot; I do not guard him. & quot;

From ancient source,
It has bitter water.
Up to the time before the deadline,
It goes nowhere.

Will open its mouth
Land of crude again
to water their blood
From the hands of his sons.

And the sky is sending
All the same, your question,
and corrodes the heart
We salt shameful tears.

& quot; Where is your victim, Cain? & quot;
& quot; In dispel smoke. & quot;
& quot; And where is your brother Abel? & quot;
& quot; I do not guard him. & quot;