Текст песни Высоцкий - Лирическая - минус

Here the paws of the spruce trees grow on weight,
here the birds are chirping anxiously.
You live in an enchanted wild forest, where it is impossible to go.
Let the birds dry in linen in the wind, let the sirens fall like rain.
All the same, I'll take you from here
into the mansion where the pipes play.

Your world as sorcerers for thousands of years
hidden from me and from the light.
And you think that there is no nicer
than this enchanted forest.
Let there be no dew on the leaves in the morning,
let the moon with the cloudy sky in a quarrel.
All the same, I will take you from here to a bright place with a balcony on the sea.

On what day of the week, what time
will you come out to me carefully?
When I take you by hand
where is it impossible to find?
I will steal if theft is to your liking.
Have I wasted so much strength in vain?
Agree at least on a pa in a shalash, if someone is busy with the mansion.