Текст песни Неизвестен - Под ракитовым кустом

under the willow bush
yes on a steep slope
sunny morning
you left me
I'm lying on the grass
cockchafer on the head
I would kill that beetle
don't move hand
soon uncle will come
he will take me in his arms
he will take me in his arms
and dragged into the garden
what a wonderful garden
seven gates in the garden
between them the oak grows
on the oak is a learned cat
cat and dance and sing
and spit on white light
knows the secrets of being
because it's me
better field than bed
better to sing than to fight
Better with oak than with grass
and the chain is not the first time
Better field, you say, than a bed?
I would find where to kiss you.
just how to get you, mon ami,
on the ninth floor of seven?