Текст песни а розы прекрасны были... - и были опасно свежи...

In the province of bent branches, sit on a branch of a bird,
Visiting smoking pipes, and our window smoked,
And redden figs in a bowl, porcelain white cup,
Visiting drink and smoke in our play checkers,
Sigh and color chalk large dry board
And the old walls of the house for a long time in the blue lime.
They have a wild rose garden and there is a mirror in the hallway,
Purple curtains, they appeared later;

And the roses were beautiful and were dangerously fresh,
And we were going to go, and we collected things
And paint brush red oak planks home
And scarlet cloth curtains rustled monotonically,
Listened whirling dust, according to a tailwind,
The fact that the mirror broke, that in our branch
Rose hips are too fresh and too humid evening,
That is no longer necessary, that does not matter now.