Текст песни Бунин Иван Алексеевич - Мы рядом шли, но на меня...

We were close , but I
Already you did not dare to look ,
And in the day of the March wind
Let our speech lost.

Whitened chill clouds
Through the garden, where the falling drops ,
Pale was your cheek
And , like flowers , eyes chenille .

Already parted lips
I avoided touching eyes ,
And there was still blissfully empty
The wonderful world where we went next .