Текст песни Елена Фролова - Прядёт кудель...

Spinning tow under the ceiling
     overnight smoke.
     I remember under the hop
     Your image is gentle,
     as you wandered between the branches,
     slimmer shepherds,
     together with my beloved
     on the background of guns.

     Under the mouth of sea howitzers,
     under your views
     my worries and verse
     get there would be welcome.
     And the works of all: a horse and a whip
     and foot in the stirrup.
     The first, mile to overcome,
     the last is time.

     Come together on the shores of the Neva
     but not - Sukhona.
     Look with a smile
     on miss with icons.
     Imagining you for sister
     (at least),
     kissing you, do not make out,
     Where are you, where is Mary.

     But your arap horse just
     in the fields known.
     And I'm pretty stuck
     in the swamps of the local.
     Although used for what I say
     (Lord with words),
     with all my heart thank you
     - saved by you.

     Transparent bridge over
     (up to the column)
     five-pointed stars
     according to the sky
     trudging night through Russia
     - let your sweetheart
     sadness gets through the mouth
     by this luminaries.

     On a quarter - twilight cold,
     a third is stubbornness
     by half the dial
     and the whole space
     I swear to give you a simple
     (in terms of power
     over the heart) the difference of parts -
     and the amount of passion!

     I'm sorry, if something is wrong
     (no scenes, moaning).
     Blessed me brandy
     at risk of admissions.
     You all claim - to him.
     Lack of bread
     and I chew on darkness.
     God bless you sky