Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Здесь лапы у елей дрожат на весу...

Here at the firs trembling legs in the air,
There the birds chirping anxiously.
You live in a vicious wild forest,
Where it is impossible to escape.

Let the bird cherry drying laundry in the wind,
Let the rain fall lilac -
Anyway, I'll get you out of here
In the palace, where they play the flute.

Your world sorcerers thousands of years
Shelter from me and from the world.
And do you think that there is more beautiful,
The enchanted forest that.

Let the leaves will not be dew in the morning,
Let the moon with a cloudy sky in a quarrel -
Anyway, I'll get you out of here
The light tower with a balcony on the sea.

What day of the week, the hour
Will you marry me gently?
When I will take away your arms
There, where it is impossible to find?

Stolen, theft if you prefer -
In vain I squandered so much effort?
Agree at least for a paradise in a tent,
If the tower with the palace someone took!