Текст песни Стихи Ирины Богушевской читает Светлана Сидорова - О, нежная весна

About gentle spring! I read your rites:
The country of my nights is a desert country,
There buzzing from the pages of the mad of sweet poison
And they wake up felt and flute, and strings.

And voices of trees that greeted
So that the wind is grabbed for weighty mill,
Sing in my brain, as a thread continued:
"He, flexible, only slides on young sheets."

And voices of trees - the stream of green lines -
strokes on oblique all memory exhausted
Suddenly they will be crumpled in the hands of young shower,
turned into a ducho and are intended from the way.

There Solovyov in the bushes Susta Raud
And swell asleep as gothic and sadness.
About gentle spring! I know your rituals,
Already that year will be pressed by heart.

Kneeping, day rolling down by night
And it will break again, as about the Valne wave.
And every day such. About a flock of solitude,
About madness swarm, about gentle spring!

April 25, 1986.