Шарль Бодлер - полмира в твоих волосах... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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Melodeclamation.

Fulfills: Pavel Morozov

Music: Apocalyptica

Translation: Robert Quint

... let me inhale the aroma of your hair for a long, long time, eagerly plunge into them all my face, as a traveler exhausted with a thirst, plunges face into the water of a stream; To sort them out with your fingers, like the thinnest fragrant scarf to give freedom to memories.

If you knew that I see what I feel like I hear in your hair! Their marvelous smell fascinates my soul in dreams, like other people - music. Your hair evoke a dream full of gear and sails; They accommodate vast sea expanses and warm monsoons, beckoning me in the enchanting edges, where the blue is a bottomless, where the air is saturated with the sultry aroma of southern fruits, foliage and human skin.

In the ocean of your hair, the harbor appears with sad tunes: it is populated by strong guys from different countries and amazing ships, whose bizarre and volatile contours appear against the backdrop of an infinite eternal, hot summer sky.

Touching on your hair, I acutely recall the sweet languor of the long hours on the sofa in the cabin of the most beautiful ship, spread out of slightly noticeable waves, among flowers, vases and vessels with cool water.

The burning heat of your hair pames me with a stupefying smell of tobacco, opium and oriental sweets; The gloom of your hair opens up to me a brilliant radiance of a vast tropical azure; On the captivating banks of your hair, I dissolve in a tart cloud of fragrances of resin, musk and coconut oil.

... Let me kiss your hair for a long time. When I taste them - it seems to me that I am absorbed in the memories.