Текст песни Ксения Полтева - Замри-Умри-Воскресни

Freeze-DIE-Sunday
Xenia Polteva

My May! In the Garden of the sirens,
in the distant hubbub flocks of birds,
stand still, suddenly bewitched,
Hear recognition - and Rastan

in the chain of migrations
soul, and slowly swim
to the sites of former amusements
and the first experiences of love

shy-brave
without quench and shame,
as weightless kite paper
invisibly sunk there,

where the air is stationary,
where the grass in the morning tears
and the snow is flying to the ground with cherries
flies - and fading away,

saw in the last
time on shore Neskuchny
I - bessmertnadtsatiletney,
me - singing on the run

for adhesive sheets
the ringing and the rustle of his temple
your library and Kunstkammer
my spring, my Moscow!