Текст песни Самуил Маршак - Лесная гостья

From suburban grove
Il from the wilderness of the forest
She is in Moscow to the square
I arrived in the spring.

And with her inseparable
Brought to the capital
Her put on land -
A piece of native land.

Not a small child
And tree in juice
Her four-hundred park
Delivered to Moscow.

In front of a huge house
From stone and glass,
On the spot unfamiliar
She found shelter.

In the wilderness forest linden
Did not hear around
Neither sound but screenshots
Bored girlfriends.

And here - in a new place
There is no rest at night.
Over the roof "Izvestia"
Flashes a quick light.
The lantern shines brightly,
Illuminated at home ...
And Dickwork thinks:
"When will the darkness come?"

But, Guest is expensive,
Get used to everything:
To what is not allowed
In Moscow night darkness.

Grow on housewarming
Live here for many days
Over the city panel
Flower and green.

Breathing cool in the summer
And glad every year
Honey light color
On the square of the people!