Текст песни Утро августа - Море в рукаве

I just live ,
I gaze out the window
and without demand
birch
I put on the palm .

I just like the grass ,
she is
on tender ground
behind you,
and the sea in the pockets
storm , laity
me dumb .

I kept the sea
in the sleeve ,
but grow into a vein
in the branch ;
to him alone
was the cherry , stripped himself .

pockets on niches : the night ,
moon and Morin waves.
comminuted tone windows
It recalls that help me
storm can ,
drunk storm
with his hands in the light of thunderstorms
drunk my birches .