Текст песни Стихи Ирины Богушевской читает Светлана Сидорова - Из жестяных пузатых банок

From tin-tied cans
Palehead tulips -
How dying swans! -
They fell and the neck is pulling.

Subbar and the worship of lines
And pale colors combination!
In the window Glass Polyonic blue
and curtains Kolyanier.

That's MiG - Tulips Umira,
pollen, paper; it's evening
And I give him a name
And those striving to perpetuate, -

After all, now it will not be
(My table, tulips die) -
then that the eternity of the hands pulls
Already to him. And selects.

March 5, 1984.