Текст песни Белла Ахмадулина - В тот месяц май...

In the month of May, in the month of my
in me was so easy,
and, spreading over the earth,
made me letnost weather.

I was generous, generous
in happy anticipation of singing,
and frivolity goldfinch
I dipped into the air feathers.

But, thank God, has become my eyes
and insightful, and stricter
n every breath and every takeoff
costing me more and more expensive.

And I'm involved in the mysteries of the day.
I opened its phenomena.
I look around
with a grin old Jew.

I can see how rooks Gulden,
snow hanging over black,
how boring women stare,
bent over her knitting.

And somewhere, in tune dudya,
not observing the flower beds and vegetable beds,
someone else's child runs
and violates their order.