Текст песни Саша Муром звукодизайн ВАБОСКО - Цветаева когда я лгу

Madness - and prudence
Shame and honor
Everything that leads to thought,
Everything is too much -

In my. - All hard labor
Stood in one! -
So in my hair are all stripes
They are fighting a war!

I know all the love whispers
- Ah, by heart! -
- My twenty-two years of experience -
Sheer sadness!

But my appearance is innocently pink
- Whatever you say! -
I'm a virtuoso of virtuosos
In the art of lying.

In it, launched like a ball
- Caught again! -
My great-grandmothers-Poles
Blood affected.

Lying because of the cemeteries
Grass grows
Lying because of the cemeteries
A blizzard is sweeping ...

From the violin - from the car -
Silk, fire ...
From torture that not everyone loved
To me alone!

From the pain that I'm not the bride
At the groom ...
From gesture and verse to gesture
And for the verse!

From a gentle boa on the neck ...
And how can i
Do not lie, - since my voice is more tender, -
When I lie ...

January 3, 1915