Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - ВСТРЕЧА - Марина Цветаева

Evening smoke above the city arose
Somewhere in the distance pounded wagons,
Suddenly flashed, transparent anemone,
In one of the windows, the semi-child face.

On the eyelids shadow. Like crown
Lied Kudri ... I kept the cry:
I became clear in this short moment,
What awaken our moans awaken.

With that girl near the dark window
- Vintage Paradise in the bus station -
I have met in the valleys of sleep.

But why was she sad?
What was looking for a transparent silhouette?
Maybe she is - and there is no happiness in the sky?