Текст песни Елена Фролова, Вера Евушкина - Я делаюсь все больше, все добрей

I do more, all good
Ahmadulina B.

Of fairy tale "The rain"
An excerpt from chapter 11
I do more, all good.
See - I was good, like a clown,
you foot capsized bow!
Oh me closely in broad windows and doors!
Oh, Lord, what kindness!
Hurry! Pity to tears! Fall to his knees!
I love you! Shyness crippled
pale my cheeks and mouth curls.
What do you have for me at least once?
Obidte! Do not feel sorry, hurting!
Here is my skin - naked, big:
as a canvas to paint, clean room for healing!
I love you without measure and shame!
As the heavens are round my arms.
We are from the same font. We are all brothers.
My boy Rain! Most come here!
1962. Tbilisi. Moscow.