Текст песни Римма Крапивина - Вы деньки мои

You are my days - white doves,
And the clock is belated finches,
Are you going to fly away,
You leave my garden a desert.

Al showered red cherries,
My grapes have withered
Ali oaks are seasoned, eternal,
They were gnawed by a windbreak like a beast.

Al has run out of heart,
Ali of faith the fence collapsed,
Ali I myself am a tried and tested gardener
I could not feed you with prayer.

Crank up, supreme doves,
And permeate, dolny finches,
What will become of my cherry without you:
The crow will get it for food.

After the departure of the last pigeon
Knock on the leaky gate
Lumberjack with axes and saws,
In zipunishche, in bast shoes with cloves.

Hour after hour, like late finches,
Flies off into deep space ...
Chu! Like a nanny cricket song
The pigeon's wing rang.