Текст песни Борис Пастернак - Ева

Are the trees in the water,
And at noon with a steep coast
He threw clouds in the ponds,
As kiddle angler.

As the net, sinking sky,
And in the sky, like the network,
A crowd of bathers swimming -
Men, women and children.

Five or six bathers in the willows
Come ashore without noise
And squeeze the sand
His swimwear.

And like snakes
Creeping and twisted yarn ring
As if the tempter serpent
He is hiding in the wet jersey.

O woman, your views and opinion
Not a bit puzzled me not put.
You are all - like throat interception,
When his excitement surrender.

You have created a rough,
As the line from another cycle,
As if in a dream not joking
From my ribs there.

And immediately escaped from the hands of
And he slipped out of the embrace,
Sama - confusion and fear
And the hearts of the male compression