М.И. Цветаева - Бузина - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Buzin One-piece Garden Filled! Buzina Zelen, green, greener than mold in the Chan! Zelen, then summer at the beginning! Sinya - until the condense of days! The elder of my eyes is Green! And then - through the night - Kostrom Rostopchinsky! - in the eyes of redness from the elderberry bubble trill. Red Corey on your own body for all the time yours, Lazor, scattering a buzzin - until winter, until winter! What kind of paints are divorced in shallow berry sweeter than poison! Kumacha, Surguche and Ada - a mixture, coral small beads shine, bored blood taste. Buzin executed, executed! Buzina - a whole garden poured the blood of the young and blood clean, the blood of the branches of fireproofs - the fun of all the blood: the blood of the heart - yours, mine ... and then - the waterfall of grain, and then - Bosne Chern: with something plum, with something That sticky. Over the gate, wanted violin, near the house, which is empty, lonely elder bush. Buzina, crazy, crazy about your bush, elder! Steppe - Honghuzu, the Caucasus - Georgian, I - My bush under the elder window let. Instead of the palaces of art, only this elder bush ... Novosyli of my country! Because of the berries - elderberry, children's thirst for my Baghro, because of the tree and because of the Word: Buzin (to this day - night ...), poison - Sosannoye ... Buzina Bagrova, Bagrova! Buzina - a whole edge took into paws. My childhood in power. Something like a criminal passion, Buzin, between you and me. I would have called a sickness - elder ...