Текст песни Подари - Мне

GIFT ME

Give me a turtle more sky
A slice of pure starry bread
Give me the scent of evening clover
Present as a keepsake of what was not.

Give me a silent bell
The secret of the acicular moon crown,
Give me the prickly wind of the north,
Present ... as a keepsake of what was not.

I'll give you the fogs over the stream
The shadow of a pine tree that stands alone
Three knots on a string - superstition -
I will give as a keepsake of what was not.

They float along the river of spring ice,
Like white bear backs
The sun is hiding in a ravine behind the willows,
That's all, where is the memory of what was not?
That's all ... Where is the memory of what was not?