Текст песни Андрей Вознесенский - Роща

Not a rode of man, a tree,
The fire in it is not divorced.
And so it is done in it
God, do not bring!
Do not bay man, bird,
Not yet opened shooting.
Circles Your -
below,
quieter.
Unknown - acute.

Inexperienced friend dongy.
You, protein and columns,
Remove the sinks from the road,
So that the soul is not napolol.
Do not poach, past.
He is not to blame for this.
Do not, freezerous grove,
To the houses to jealous.
Such a shady one
with worst brings
They poisoned him, walked
Something at least not kill!
Give him to Sunday
all berries and mushrooms,
perhaps him salvation
Salvation of Pueby.

(Tariverdiev)