Текст песни Бумбокс - Так целомудренна зелень глаз твоих искренних

So chaste green eyes of your sincere,
What are full of emeralds due to the edges of heaven
Unbearable pumps routine
Marking of foresight on the tops of houses

Once again, the ground gray summer melt in the fall
And you all get younger on eyes
Not shy, not bold, and you can you do
After your picture I become like the image

If I had power I would have become a field of chamomile,
What would your eyes girlish delight all simplicity white
And if it had not liked it, he would have a morning haze
What will be forgotten in the morning at the threshold of spring

Once again, the ground gray summer melt in the fall
And you all get younger on eyes
Not shy, not bold, and you can you do
After your picture I become like the image

The sleepless night under the thunderous roar
sadness sneaks unexpectedly home with me to grieve
Make words in poems about oblivion,
Too bad I was not born a genius, what would they describe you

Once again, the ground gray summer melt in the fall
And you all get younger on eyes
Not shy, not bold, and you can you do
After your picture I become like the image