Текст песни Борис Пастернак - Недотрога

Impatient, quiet in everyday life,
You are all fire now, all burning,
Let me lock your beauty
In the dark chamber of the poem.

See how transformed
Fiery skinned lampshade
Kennel, edge of the wall, edge of the window,
Our shadows and our figures.

You sit with your legs on the couch,
Tucking them under themselves in Turkish.
All the same, in the light, in the dark,
You always think childishly.

Dreaming, you fall on the cord
A handful of rolled beads on the dress.
You look too sad, too
Your direct conversation is artless.

Got the word love, you're right.
I'll come up with a different nickname.
For you I am the whole world, all the words,
Rename it if you want.

Will your gloomy look convey
Feelings of your ore deposit,
Hearts secretly glowing layer?
Well, why do you sadden your eyes?