Текст песни Светлана Киракосян - За темной прядью перелесиц

Esenin

For dark strand perelesits,
The unwavering blue,
Curly lamb - month
Walk in the blue grass.

In hushed lake with reeds
Butting horns,
And it seems far from the trail -
Water pumps shore.

A steppe under the canopy of green
Incenses smoke Cheremuhovo
And on the slopes of the valleys
Recoiling frying pan over it.

On the side of the feather forest,
You heart evenness close,
But lurking in your midst
Saltmarsh longing.

And you, like me, in sad requires
Forgetting who you friend and foe,
About toskuesh pink sky
And pigeons clouds.

But you from the blue expanse
It seems the darkness Fearful
And your irons Siberia
And the hump of the Ural Mountains.