Текст песни Татьяна Шайбулатова - Яблочный спас

Smells of apples and bread,
The grandmother beats in the corner.
I, lost under the sky,
Warm Augustus at night is delirious.

I pricked the bush thorny
I extinguished the radiance of my eyes ...
Ah, save me honey,
Help me the apple saved.

I, as if I were in a hurry from the chase
overtaking words and rumor ...
The stars fall in my palm
Like apples on grass ...