Текст песни Іван Драч - Балада про соняшник...

Sunflower had hands and feet,
           It was body, rough and green.
           He ran forward with the wind,
           He got on the pear,
           and tore into the bosom of the rot,
           And he bathed about the mill, and lay in the sand,
           And he shot the sparrows from the slingshot.
           He jumped on one leg,
           To pour water out of your ear,
           And suddenly he saw the sun,
           Beautiful sunshine, -
           In curls of gold,
           In a red shirt,
           Cycling,
           Bypassing the clouds in the sky ...
           And he froze for years and centuries
           In the golden mute delight:
           - Give me a ride, Uncle!
           And no, then take the frame though.
           Uncle, are you sorry ?!
            
           Poetry, my sun is orange!
           A little boy every time
           Discovering you for yourself,
           To become a sunflower forever.