Текст песни Игорь Тальков младший - Мой пыл

I work planting their flowers ,
I gave, I did not take , the whole gardens.
With them I squeezed a drop of dreams
From his forehead after each proydёnnoy miles.

Would it all a dream
Glad I used to wake up was
Sang with me in unison
My ardor.

I work planting their flowers
In the fields of weeds and bushes on the spit .
Seeds for Sale requested cheats ,
But how can barter for grain stacks *

Would it all a dream,
Glad I was used to wake up .
Sang with me in unison
My ardor.
He saw another dream
And there lived campaign .
There my every bud
Struck ...

* Dry grass , straw .