Текст песни Т.Синявская - Лучше нету того цвету

It is better that there is no color when apple blossoms
No better when the moment comes my dear
As I see all you hear me speak
All my soul is burning my whole soul burns
We are in each other's eyes 's look
Hands hot gossip
And where we do not know ourselves
Like a drunken delirium
And around the gardens turn white
A raging in the gardens in May
And so in the sky needle , pick them up at least monthly
We wandered on the tracks
Where no grass Cochin
Where themselves torn from the heart
the unforgettable words
Across the river plays the accordion burst into the freeze
It is better that there is no color when apple blossoms