Текст песни
Yes, I know I'm no match for you
I come from another country
And it's not the guitar that I like
But the wild melody of the zurna
Not in halls and salons
To dark dresses and jackets
I read poetry to dragons
To waterfalls and clouds
And I will die not in bed
With a notary and a doctor
But in some wild crevice
Sunken in thick ivy
I love—like an Arab in the desert
Falling to the water and drinking
And not like a knight in a painting
Who looks at the stars and waits
And I will die not in bed
With a notary and a doctor
But in some wild crevice
Sunken in thick ivy
To enter not the protestant
Tidy paradise open to all
But where the robber and the tax collector
And the harlot cry out: "Arise!"
For I will not die in bed
With the notary and the doctor
But in some wild crevice
Sunken in thick ivy
