Текст песни Angelica Gabibova, songs for Ri - Молча, молча

Silently, silently
 As through the thickness
Stone bark of wood,

From her wide eyes
The tears are large, amber,
Unpaired.

It never happened to pitch
Oak cried!
So, the tears behind the tear
Golden three roads
From the source of wide eyes
To the mouth of the lips.

Long eyelashes do not tremble
The face is motionless.
Like someone squeezed her forehead
Orange peach.

Orange, apricot,
Pour down, the soul juice is luxurious,
Pour along the cheeks -

The juice is excellent, amber,
The gift of her harsh soul
Pour in the sand!

On his caftan,
Faceless Mute - Blood Red
Drip, resin!

Blood on a dumb ice floe ...
- Painted with a tear, pride,
Rock-stone!
Marina Tsvetaeva (TSAR VIRGIN

The poem is a fairy tale)