Lyrics Белая гвардия - Приходила мама красивая

Mom came, beautiful.
In the summer dress of blue flax.
In black shoes with white buckles
On the transparent steps of sleep.

She sat down beside me,
She touched her forehead with her hand,
And her hands smell of herbs
And a little more flour.

"Pie," she says, "baked with an apple,
Cooling down there, by the window ...
And he is silent. And then, in a half whisper:
"Very soon there will be a war ..."

- No! Can not be! Well, what kind of war?
I know it's a dream!
And she opens the window wide:
"Look how the maple is burning!"

As you grew up, my girl,
While I lived beyond the river ...
He puts a crutch on my neck
And he looks with unearthly anguish.

And behind the windows a blue fog,
The apples tingle the red horse,
Doves were swept under the roof,
And everywhere there is a big fire.

Dress blue, shoes with buckles,
The smell of autumn, in the throat of com,
Mum walks through the southern streets
And can not find my house.

His hand went under the pillow.
The ringing of the pre-dawn silence ...
Wake me up, bells,
I do not like such dreams!