Текст песни Елена Фролова - Об ушедших - отошедшихст. Марина Цветаева

About the departed - departed -
In the mountain camp rushed
In the white mill that crane -
Pigeon - Swan -
About you, my coming,
I say, - Remember!
About young oak groves,
In the sky of grew - and not adults,
About fallen and not inserted -
In the eternity of the swollen, -
About you, our honor,
I sink - let me mean!
Every evening, every evening
Hands pulling you towards.
There, in the expanses of pigeons -
How many loved ones I have!
I'm on red rus
He was lit - ascemge!