Текст песни Татьяна Зыкина - 03 - Не тревожь меня до весны

with light steps on the grass
Goodbye, my soul
escapes from the lips dry
Feed exhalation, losing color

White froze beauty
as the picture on the calendar
going into inanimate dreams
do not disturb me until spring

but softly, softly, softly
me from the mirror tells my favorite forest nymph:
not the wrath of God, do not anger
Look at inside
all the answers there.

you Carry your load forces do not regret
void haul heavier
void haul heavier

float away on the gray river
like ice island
unknown to me in the sea
geography of the great winters

so as not to disturb their sorrow
anyone who knows how to live
I can not explain to you
do not disturb me until spring

but softly, softly, softly
me from the mirror tells my favorite forest nymph:
not the wrath of God, do not anger

Look at inside
all the answers there.

you Carry your load forces do not regret
void haul heavier
void haul heavier.