Текст песни Михайло Коцюбинський - Intermezzo

In the sky, the sun is among the nines. No more. I'm going I woke my hand with a sable wool
barley, silk of colossal waves. The wind stuffed my ears with pieces of flay,
moving noise. Such is he hot, so impatient, that he will boil from him
silver oat oats Going on - boil. Silently floating with blue rivers flax. So
quietly, calmly in the green shores, wanting to board a boat and swim. And there
barley slips and weaves ... weave from the thin whiskers a green haze. I go further. Everything weaves.
Waiting for a haze. The tracks swallow deep in the rye, they do not see their eye, catches herself
leg. The trolls look to the sky. They wanted to be like the sky and became like a sky. Now
went the wheat A firm throat strike strikes his hands, and the stem rushes under his feet. I'm going
further - all the wheat and wheat. When will this land be? Running in the wind, as if
a herd of foxes, and shimmering undulating ridges in the sun. And I'm going all alone, on
the earth is like the sun in heaven, and so it is good to me that there is no shadow among us among us
the third The runaway of the colossal sea goes through me somewhere in the unknown.