Текст песни стихи г.плисецкого - я бы тебя на руки взял.

I'll be on hand picked ,
I'll be picked up and carried away ,
Quietly laughing at your "impossible" .
Inhaling the smell of your hair .

And not be satisfied with trembling bodies
A knock on the chest breaking the silence ,
All would wake up and looked ,
Weeping with joy as you sleep .

I would you like a stream pressed ,
Like the river , you would be looking at me.
I have two hundred years was not used
By bottomless idea that you're mine.