Текст песни Лариса Герштейн - Колют ресницы

Cut the eyelashes, a tear jested in the chest.
Some without fear, which will be and will be a thunderstorm.
Someone is wonderful something rushing me to forget.
It is stuffy, - and yet I want to live to death.

With steam lifted to the first heated sound,
Wild and sleepily still looking around
So the bustle of the rough song sings
Per hour, as a strip is loaded over the oscillate.
March 1931.