Текст песни Е. Фролова, А. Деревягин, Н. Якимов - Буду петь...

I will sing, I will sing, I will sing!
I won't hurt a goat nor a hare.
If you can grieve about
So, it is possible to smile.

We all wear an apple wearing,
And robberies are close to us.
Cut the wise gardener autumn
My head is a yellow leaf.

In the garden dawn only one path.
Stands groves October wind.
Know everything, do not take anything
Came to this world the poet.

He came to kiss cows,
Listen to the heart of oat crunch.
Deeper, deeper, sickle poems!
Blue cherry, sun-bush!