Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Дай бабочкам такие имена

Songs on poems by Svetlana Kekova

Let the butterflies such names
that color the sound of their wings was guessed.
Give winter bees honey and wine,
and children - myrrh, gold and incense.
Come to my house - and I light a candle,
in the depths of the night hide face in his hands.
Tell me: "Shut up" - I'll shut up,
Say, "pay" - and I cry like rain.

Light lnёt to the soul, as moisture to the ship,
swallow the empty sky.
Tell me softly, "I love you", -
I understand how the flame like water.
As loves the spirit abandoned flesh
like an eternity loves running seconds hasty,
how hopeless the Lord loves us -
us, naked, weeping and sinners.