Текст песни Владимир Скобцов - Венок сонетов.Запись 2

In the sky, a white lamb,
Balloon like heart ,
Scarlet lips of your ring ,
The sky is blue and even swim .

Like birds caught ,
The ball is turned over in the fall ,
Not silk , not because of calico ,
And a thread of love .

There is not thinner thread
And in vain do not look ,
And try porvite-
It cuts to the heart with very blood.

Unreliable no clothes ,
The autumnal cloak hope
If I knew it before,
That froze not used without love .

Children's air ball
I'm comin to the wind soul ,
Forgive generously
And do not call back ,

I remember the other sounds
And forget those muki-
Sharp knife separation ,
Bosa nozhenki love.