Текст песни Evan Gard - 3. Жёлтые почки тополя

Do you want me to play on the joys of spring?
Do you want me to play on a cloudy day?
Do you want me to play on grass glare?
If you want, I'll play you for a torn poplar buds?
... On torn poplar buds?
... On torn poplar buds?

I have a vein - but there is no blood in them.
I have a song - but they do not have the words.
I have a book - but no ideas for them.
I have thought - but nothing in them, only poplar buds.
... Yellow poplar buds.
... They only poplar buds.
... Yellow poplar buds.

My whole life and my death,
All my songs and all my poems
all my thoughts and all my words,
And even my timid soul is more valuable than poplar buds.
... The sticky buds of poplar.
... The sticky buds of poplar.
... Not more valuable than poplar buds.

Beats and kolyshets-bloodied bag
Next to him other - tighten sigh.
Terrible seconds, then a bit more -
And sprinkled the blood of the wounded leaves poplar buds.
... From a wounded poplar buds.
... From a wounded poplar buds.
... From a wounded poplar buds.