Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Баллада Плюща

Mёrz the winter, spring bloomed
the trunk.
Support was my breath rules.
And gone,
And orphans left -
Seven winds in the outrage.

And I can only twist
And warm, and to be protected from injuries.
My voice - gentle soprano
It was to create a second,
And do not intone.

What are the arguments that led to the wind trunk!
Like drinking a thunderstorm delirious crown!
I wanted to fly - but fell down with a groan,
I wove his armor.

About wool memory of the past years,
When intertwined with the wind the branches,
My shoots introducing light!
My shoots introducing light ...
On the trunk, the only one in the world.

I thin the ivy in the seventh octave sound,
Fourteen lines of the sonnet.
I grew whimsical. For the right is
He struggled with the storm trunk line.

I just eel, I young, one is not a warrior,
I'm just living with it is worthy.
And he lived. While he is breathing and bloomed
The trunk, that trunk.