Текст песни Сергей Безруков - Не ходить, не мять в кустах багряных...

Do not wander, do not knead in the bushes scarlet
Quinoa and not to seek a trace.
Your hair with a sheaf of oats
Otosnilas you give me forever.

With scarlet berries juice on the skin,
Delicate, beautiful, was
At sunset you like pink
And like snow, radiant and bright.

Grain thine eyes crumbled and faded,
Name subtle melted as sound,
But remained in the folds of wrinkled scarves
The smell of honey from innocent hands.

In the quiet hour when dawn on the roof,
As a kitten, foot washes her mouth
Gentle voices I hear about you
Water with the wind singing cells.

Let me sometimes whispers blue evening
What was the song and you dream,
All are who invented your supple waist and shoulders -
To light the mystery attached mouth.

Do not wander, do not knead in the bushes scarlet
Quinoa and not to seek a trace.
Your hair with a sheaf of oats
Otosnilas you give me forever.