Текст песни Дорогая Венди, - В ореховых зарослях

The walnut thickets so empty cradles:
the dead were children.
Want to sit with them,
to their seasick,
and fear drove,
and song dopel:
& quot; Oh, my heart! you will not be equal, sleep & quot ;.

Let it hurt, but we went and looked
hazel in the house, where so many empty cradles.
Others do not dare, but we end up doterpeli.
Oh, my heart! you still will not, go to sleep.

And here I stand, this is heaven to me like a shirt.
I stand and watch and keep the palm without fear
lightest handful of nameless, peaceful ashes ...
Oh my heart, you still will not, go to sleep.
Oh, my heart!
You will not.
Go to sleep.

poems Olga Sedakova