Текст песни Сергей Безруков - Не ходить, не мять в кустах багряных...

Do not wander, do not crumple the bushes scarlet
Quinoa and look for traces.
Your hair with a sheaf of oat
Otosnilas you to me forever.

With scarlet berry juice on the skin,
Delicate, beautiful, it was
At sunset you like pink
And like snow, radiant and bright.

Grains your eyes crumbled, withered,
Name delicate melted as sound,
But remain in the folds of the crumpled shawls
The smell of honey from innocent hands.

In the quiet hour when dawn on the roof,
As a kitten washes foot mouth
Gentle voices I hear about you
Water with the wind singing hundred.

Let me sometimes whispers blue evening
What was the song and you dream of,
All are who invented your supple waist and shoulders -
To light the mystery attached mouth.

Do not wander, do not crumple the bushes scarlet
Quinoa and look for traces.
Your hair with a sheaf of oat
Otosnilas you to me forever.