Текст песни Георгий Иванов - Мелодия становится цветком

The melody becomes a flower ,
It blossoms and showered,
It is made by wind and sand ,
Flying on fire moth spring ,
Willow branches into the water drops ...
It takes thousands of years Instant
And transforms the melody
In a hard look in the radiance of epaulettes ,
The breeches in Mentik in " Your honor "
The cornet Guard - oh, why not? ..
Fog ... Taman ... The desert listens to God .
- How far until tomorrow ! ..
And Lermontov one goes on the road ,
Silver spurs jingling .
1925