Текст песни Игорь Луньков и Анатолий Колмыков - Ясное моё деревце

My clear tree
Greens to blindness
Divided into two hearts,
In the middle of you.

The wind is your dialect
Rain is your kin
What are you melting in the evening
Will you be at the beginning of the day?

It hurts a limp swallow
A shell in the sand
The most sick and affectionate
Vein in my temple.

A boat with a sharp nose,
Both oars are flying apart
And on getting old, a bridge
From this world to that.

The sky will blur in my eyes
Flare up to a height
For two, life will break
In the middle of you.

And over the river sedge
Heart like a horse snoring
The bridge is so special
Crying, not creaking.

My clear tree
Greens to blindness
Divided into two hearts,
In the middle of you.