Текст песни О.Мандельштам, читает С.Юрский - Возьми на радость...

Take on the joy of my palms
A little sun and a little honey,
As we ordered Persephone bees.

Do not untie an untrined boat
Do not hear in the fur of the wagon shadow,
Do not overcome in the dense life of fear.

We only have kisses,
Shaggy, like small bees,
What dying, departing from the hive.

They are rustling in transparent night wildlings
Their homeland is a dense forest of Taigaet,
Their food is time, median, mint.

Take a pleasant gift to my joy,
Increasing dry necklace
From the dead bees, honey turned into the sun.