Текст песни Белая Гвардия - сердце на ниточке

My hands - that firewood in the damp woods,
 My legs - that stumps have dried river.
 On the yoke carry their tears,
 My pain, like a dog whining on the porch.

 Summer is knocking on the shutters branches limes,
 Dreams with muzzles rats hiding in burrows.
 The song is more like a bitter sob,
 Copper coin of the moon, and the thieves stole.

 I Do not convened at the table of guests,
 Am I in Manistee-dresses danced?
 My hands - that the wings of swans
 I Do not hugging white wings? ..

 Today will go out of the house, looking - not at home
 Dense forest, but the dumb bird in the bush.
 I'm to the lakes, and they forgive and trace
 So I stand as sheaves in the Svetlitsa.

  Yes, tell me, who is there for the lake crying,
 Looking for a house so kalitochku?
 Yes, tell me, who is there in the bosom hides
 My heart on a string?

 Yes, tell me, who is there for the lake crying,
 Looking for a house so kalitochku?
 Yes, tell me, who is there in the bosom hides
 My heart on a string?

 My heart!..
 On thread.