Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Она беззаботна еще, она молода, - Софья Парнок

She carelessly she is young
The teeth did not cut through passion, -
Not vodka, not alcohol, but no longer water,
And foamy, mischievous, singery Asti.

We still do not know how to pale, when I go,
Still at all eyes your pupil is not expanded,
But I know, I will be in my thoughts
Stronger than in gentle kolas or stuff.

Oh, where the town's loss in the gardens
(Perhaps, not listed on the map?),
Where the dream runs away from all legs
In some sixteen-year-old Azart?

Where the house with jasmine, and hospitable night,
And hops over us crispy arches,
And the thirst that has nothing to help
And the sky, and the sky is passionate than the sky of Petrarks!

On the eve of the last Ile of the penultimate spring
- Oh, as she caught, our meeting! -
I see crazy dreams with you,
In fierce, in a beautiful fire I burn my evening!