Текст песни Сола Монова - Я его полюбила за то, что день

I fell in love with him for that day
Was Sunday, maybe weekdays,
And birds were on duty at a height,
And Bunin read voraciously.

I fell in love with him because the hail,
Or it was raining then, I don't remember
Either Peter was a freak, or Petrograd,
And Tolstoy read drunkenly.

And they read Bulgakov, Yesenin, Blok,
And everything seemed to be at once.
I fell in love with him for his easy syllable
Re-read fairy tales for the night.

It weaved out of thin air and emerged
He came up to me and froze
Heart shyly hid behind a stack of books
He looked cheekily into my eyes.

Tied with a yellow cord,
Books smoothed out the shiver ...

Nothing depended on him,
From me, oddly enough, too ...