Текст песни Клавдия Хабарова - Песни, песни, о чём вы кричите

Songs, songs, what are you shouting?
Or you have nothing more to give?
Blue rest thread
I'm in my curls weave.

I want to be quiet and strict.
I'm the silence of the stars.
Good willows by the roadside
Watchmen dozing Russia.

Well in this moonlit autumn
Wander through the grass alone
And on the road spikes sbiralsya
In impoverished soul-scrip.

But the plain blue does not cure.
Songs, songs, Or you do not shake off? ..
Whisk golden evening
It clears the way my flat.

So glad I of dense forest
Freezes in the wind cry
& Quot; If you are the cold, living,
As autumn gold lime & quot ;.