Текст песни Белла Ахмадулина - В тот месяц май...

In the month of May, in the month of my
in me it was so easy,
and, spreading over the earth,
It made me letnost weather.

I was generous, generous
in happy anticipation of singing,
and frivolity goldfinch
I dipped into the air feathers.

But, thank God, I have become my eyes
and insight, and more severe,
n every breath and every takeoff
It costs me more.

And I was involved in the mysteries of the day.
Open to me the phenomenon.
I look around
old Jew with a grin.

I see rooks Gulden,
snow hanging over black,
how boring woman looking,
bending over her knitting.

And somewhere in a pipe dudya,
not observing the flower beds and flower beds,
someone else's child runs
and violates the order.