Игорь Растеряев - Ворота - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

... At the wake, little is said about Grisha. The grandmothers remind everyone that Father asked them not to drink, but the men say they have their own canons and pour vodka into glasses. People eat hastily and go home. And on Glinishchanskaya Mountain, that day, the first steppe tulip bloomed...

Once upon a time, in the blue sky,

Lines of people walked,

Briskly striding toward a palace high in the sky.

God came out to see who was knocking at the gate,

With a light gait, as befits the Creator.

"I've worked all my life,

Without even a wink of sleep.

I've prepared myself, O God, for this serious meeting.

Here, take everything you have for the development of paradise -

What I've accumulated on earth, I've brought you."

"No! Go back,

And work some more." You know, we use a different currency here.

And why should I let you through the gate?

Why are you smiling so happily in the front row?

"I, like you, cared for all the poor on earth,

I lived righteously, my friends respected me beyond measure,

I built a hundred and forty temples..."

"Oh, so you're demigods? You and your friends,

And if so, why do you need to go to heaven?"

"And who's that looming in the distance, like a tattered shirt?

Who's that huddled in the corner, like a mouse?

Hey, what's in your pockets? What are you hiding in your bosom?

Why are you looking higher than heaven to heaven?

"Oh, God, my pockets are like a dry well,

And I have neither stones nor friends in my soul." I walked barefoot on the ground, heading toward the sun,

Not even thinking of drinking in your grace.

"Dear one, the sun is far away—you can't see it from here.

Come on, brothers, gather yourselves together quickly!

Smear the new Angel with some heavenly jam!

You say you have no friends? Here's my shoulder—lean on it."