Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Дай бабочкам такие имена

The song is based on poems by Svetlana Kekova

Let the butterflies such names
so the color of their wings was the sound guessed.
Give winter bees honey and wine,
and children - myrrh, gold and incense.
Come to my house - and I will light a candle,
night in a remote hide face in his hands.
Tell me: "Shut up" - I'll shut up,
say "paid" - and I cry like rain.

Light lnёt to the soul, as moisture to the ship,
like a swallow to an empty sky.
Tell me softly: "I love you", -
I understand how the flame like water.
As the spirit of love abandoned flesh,
eternity loves running seconds hasty,
as hopelessly Lord loves us -
us naked, weeping and sinful.