Текст песни Зоя Ященко и группа Белая гвардия - Сердце моё

My hands - that firewood in the damp woods,
My legs - that stumps have dried river.
On the yoke carry their tears,
My pain, like a dog whining on the porch.

Summer is knocking on the shutters branches limes,
Dreams with muzzles rats hiding in burrows.
The song is more like a bitter sob,
Copper coin of the moon, and the thieves stole.

I Do not convened at the table of guests,
Am I in Manistee-dresses danced?
My hands - that the wings of swans
I Do not hugging white wings? ..

Today will go out of the house, looking - not at home
Dense forest, but the dumb bird in the bush.
I'm to the lakes, and they forgive and trace
So I stand as sheaves in the Svetlitsa.

Yes, tell me, who is there for the lake crying,
Looking for a house so kalitochku?
Yes, tell me, who is there in the bosom hides
My heart on a string?