Текст песни А. Гейнц и С. Данилов - Крокусы

Poems: Igor Vinogradsky
Music: Alexandra Solomonova

Again with the weather some tricks:
Slow rain, as if painful sleep.
Blue crocuses are tormented from under the ground -
Seen and really ended the season.

They rush into impenetrable midnight,
Robed through noon, forgetting everything,
Rush to our soul like screams about help
Those who graduated from their own season.

Crocuses clean, fragile, bright,
You are like letters from those whom no
You are like the songs are missing
Ile in the snow broken track!

Who from friends and roads do not renounce
Who else remembers how the blizzard sings,
I ask you: You do not touch the crocuses -
In each of them, whose memory lives!

Someone's vertices unoccupied
Someone's unfulfilled dreams
Someone's brides who have not become wives
Someone Life burned bridges ...

Again with the weather some tricks:
Slow rain, as if painful sleep.
Blue crocuses are tormented from under the ground -
You do not be sad, there will be a new season!

There will be vertices in silver more
Above stars and more beautiful dreams,
And if that, because the crocuses are blue, -
The best flowers in the world!