Строение мира

The window bricks fly, they have transparent wings.
In far away Egypt, they were called death
But the time has gone, cooked soap from the pharaohs.
Today they are called quite differently ...

Believe me.

Believe that the land - a plate of elephant in the hands of the bartender,
He rushes to the turtle in the great expanse of the Nile.
Believe me that we - the saints, and we are not a barrier wall,
We do not need adversity to anything grave.

Time gone, slamming the door, believe me - it is someone else's,
It is going down for some reason, to us from another world.
All is clear and simple, above us - heaven on earth,
Tirelessly speeding turtle infinite expanse of the Nile ...