Текст песни Равкат Галиев - Белый Сад

WHITE GARDEN

They cut the white garden
Where are the white flowers
They are strewn with pollen of soul and happiness.
Chopped with a spark
Shaggy hands
And joking rushed here and there.

What do they care?
What do we care?
What matters to them and us?
What after only kicks
Have to admire.

But then the law came.
Iron hand
He took it, took away the saws with axes.
Scratching the back of my head
Spit on the hands
And new ones got axes!
And jokes flew in chips ...