Текст песни неизв - не стала б моею - была бы ничья

As the bird is afraid to feed with his hands,
So I'm afraid to fall in love! My
Heart worms sharpen anguish,
Circling above me, singing crows!

Spring under the window turns green rowan.
And at this time do not think about it!
About it - on a single, faithful, favorite ...
I was with her inseparable thousand days.

And I seemed to her talented, wise,
She heard the whisper of sea in me;
She loved to touch me in the early morning,
To cultivate flowers, noble hand!

It matured in the sunlight.
As the song grew up in the heavens high.
I dreamed that the true will of the poet -
Having drunk of her palms, milk.

Sometimes she, my listening trills,
Asian cheeks bathed with tears ...
I remember, I remember, it was in April:
She granted me the first time myself.

II

It smells of grass set on fire in April ...
Cold walls.
                         What hope?
She came for the first howl -
I kiss through the lattice prison.

And look, it was undeniable,
And the question it - just babbling brook.
Slim, like the ancient Roman columns.
It does not become used mine - would be a draw ...