Текст песни Стихи Ирины Богушевской читает Светлана Сидорова - Детство рассвета

The childhood of dawn! A vulnerable wound
freshness and silence reserve!
Your muezzin, the nightingale fiancée
Quran reads his silver.

Muezzin's Selfless Trill
somewhere in the lowland elderberry bushes
flew out and twisted pierced
glitter fog, kishey silence.

And on a signal from elderberry branches
here they were delivered around, bogged down -
bird market clears the larynx, -
and silence, darkness homebrew,
instantly tore, like a light mesh,
and voices filled the wound.

The childhood of dawn is very vulnerable -
there are no metal sounds in it yet
only dew and leaf farts,
only in the branches of bird trills of a braid.

There is no sun, but only, glowing
mystery, heavenly tricky clouds
radiant pens suddenly release -
and put it back, laughing.

Dawn's childhood will last until
the electric train will not rumble in the distance,
red sun lobster bullish
until the clouds ram

and, without growing up, barefoot in the dew
the dawn rides in a multi-colored shirt
if the nightingale is raging, if all
cars doze, birds rampaging, -
Rus hair, and gray eyes,
Dawn rides through the dew.

May 7, 1985.