Текст песни от твоих - голубых и бездонных

From your fathomless blue and I separated
hundreds of miles , the Ural Mountains and alcoholism.
For the sake of your blue and bottomless
Shoot, handed the bottle and the city,
forged swords into plowshares tons -
that is, all as always .
Your eyes , blue and bottomless ,
who saw a lot:
gentleness and tiger lilies and burgers ,
fire and grace -
I want to cry , but you smile ,
fool
and there 's something nagging .