Текст песни Гребенщик - Всё это люби

You asked: “Why
Pick apples?
After all, you can every day
Tear one by one
Cut in half
Taste the flavor
Cut in half. "

Your voice was gentle
And I thought of an empty bucket
About the rustle
And that your eyes are already in me
Your eyes

I feel you
Your wishes
But not always ready so soon
To answer
Touch of soul
Forgive me
Souls

We picked an apple
From your beloved earth
It began to rain, a thunderstorm
You whispered:
“Love it all!”
You whispered
“Love it!”