Текст песни А.Розенбаум - Памяти Веры Глаголевой

It smelled like bread and milk
You ran across a bright field. Enchanted, inconspicuous
For daisies barefoot.
The firmament burned at dawn.
You threw yourself into the fire like into a lake. Sprouted through the cold in autumn
And a sunflower in the heat.
One candle.
One pier.
Faith in my memory, faith in my tenderness,
My faith is mine.
Faith in my memory, faith in my tenderness,
my homeland is my faith.
Somewhere in a distant forest fate
Kukovala to whom didn’t fall.
You ran without seeing the abyss, The unbearable love of a slave.
Hands are thin, the wind is evil.
You caught him stubborn.
And trying to be close, right me
I walked along my curve.
One candle
One pier.
Faith in my memory, faith in my music
My faith is my faith.
Faith in my memory, faith in my music,
My faith is my homeland.
It smelled like bread and milk.
The bottomless eyes are warm from midnight.
You were running as a sunny girl
So fast, so easy ...