Текст песни Елена Фролова - Твоя рука

Comforter pain - your hand ,
Belotelov magnolia flowers - your hand .

Winter noon knocked me love,
And he kept the sable fur your hand .

Oh, like a butterfly on a stalk my hand
POGOST moment - not more - your hand !

But he lit that dimmed enemies and I ,
And why not have overcome , thy hand :

All violent tenderness lit in me ,
Oh, the queen of self-will, your hand !

Right at the heart fell to me ( I do not complain :
The heart is not yours whether !) - Your hand .
 ( S. Parnok )