Текст песни Елена Фролова - Франциск Ассизский

Francis of Assisi

Dedication to Victor Luferovu

Francis,
water singing your name.
Francis,
fire burns - your name says
Francis,
bird flies, your name in her way.
Francis,
the sun rises - Turns your name.

Roll across the mountain
Golden balls:
you did not catch them -
hands burn,
you do not understand them
strange speech.

Drag from the sky
thread wonders:
zapletutsya patterns in days -
and will open a mystery to me.

They hide in the night
Angels-rays,
not to burn, do not hurt
my soul early in the morning.

And my soul - bird in the sky,
as a child in the clouds sports!
And my soul loves risk!
But looking at her Francis :.

Looks Francis, smiling,
bird fearless in response,
She knows that her life was ripped apart,
knows that the output - no.

He knows that the Dark Midnight
because her heart is singing -
chest is hot and helpless
voice has wings!

Francis knows that changing
joy - the sun is more important!
He knows that the sun - not a woman,
but she smiles -

the sun - his eyes not seeing,
and stands on the knee -
rose of love - real -
drawn to the palm of her:

- The sun, the beautiful pilgrim,
accept my rose,
heart will remain forever
in your beautiful land!

Soul same stubborn bird,
Bless the fly,
and this strange song
in countries beyond the clouds - sing!

March 1, 2010