Текст песни Неизвестен - Под ракитовым кустом

under the bush
yes on a steep slope
in the morning of a sunny day
you left me
I'm lying on the grass
May beetle on head
I'd kill that beetle
yes the hand does not move
uncle will come soon
will take me in his arms
will take me in his arms
and pulls into the garden
what a wonderful garden
there are seven gates in the garden
between them the oak grows
a learned cat on an oak tree
cat and dances and sings
and spits on the white light
knows the secrets of being
because it's me
better field than bed
better to sing than to fight
better with oak than grass
and the chain is not the first time
Better a field, you say, than a bed?
I'd find where to kiss you.
just how to get you, mon ami,
on the ninth floor out of seven?