Текст песни Вадим Кузема - Алла Шварц - Во ржи

Do not be silent, do not be silent, tell me,
Where are you lost honor? - In the rye
It is like in a fairy dream
Or the night I dreamed.

Hands heated warmth of the fire,
Lips passionately wanted wine,
And painfully trembling heart,
And like love without end.

Our hair like spikes
Braided and squeezed whiskey.
Inside the abundance of words
And, apparently, it will tear the vein blood.

Upstairs it has a sudden storm,
From the sky seemed rushed with buckets
And do not hide how out of trouble,
Anywhere from shameless water.

Has blinded us to the sun ray eyes
Only it appeared from the clouds,
And in my heart I died away candle,
The body froze, the shame of sin.

Shut up, shut up, shut up,
Demon women do not wake me,
Or not, say again and again,
This is called? - Love!

It is both illusory dream
Or the night I dreamed.
And, apparently, it will tear the vein blood,
It's called love!