Текст песни А.Гейнц С.Данилов - Крокусы

Again with the weather some tricks:
Slow rain as if painful sleep.
Blue crocuses are torn out of the ground,
See, and the season is true.

2. They rush into impenetrable hordes,
Robed to us at noon, forgetting everything,
Rush to our souls like cries about help
Those who graduated from their own season.

3. Who from friends and roads do not reject
Who else remembers how the blizzard sings,
I ask you, you do not touch the crocuses,
In each of them, whose memory lives.

4. Someone's vertices are uncompressed,
Someone's unfulfilled dreams
Someone's brides who have not become wives

Someone burned bridges in life.

5. Curl crocuses, clean, gentle,
You're like memory of those who do not,
You like the songs are missing
And in the snow broken trail.

6. Again with the weather some tricks:
Slow rain as if painful sleep.
Blue crocuses are torn out of the ground,
You do not be sad - there will be a new season.

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