Текст песни Владислав Коцишевский - Обнаженные груди берез

Esenin 1917

I am the first snow delirious,
 At the heart of lilies of the valley erupted forces.
 The evening star I become blue candle,
 Above my dear I lit.
 The evening star I become blue candle,
 Above my dear I lit.

 I do not know the light or darkness,
 In a grove of wind sings and cock.
 Maybe instead of winter in the fields,
 It swans sat on a meadow.
 Maybe instead of winter in the fields,
 It swans sat on a meadow.

 You're a good white quiet,
 It warms the blood of my light frost.
 It makes you want to squeeze the heart,
 Naked breasts of birches.
 It makes you want to squeeze the heart,
 Naked breasts of birches.

 And the dense forest murk,
 A fun snow-covered cornfields.
 So I want to close my hand,
 Above the tree thighs willows.
 So I want to close my hand,
 Above the tree thighs willows.