Текст песни Бунин Иван Алексеевич - Мы рядом шли, но на меня...

We were close , but I
It has a look you do not dare ,
And in the day of the March wind
Let our speech lost.

Belela chill clouds
Through the garden, where the drops ,
Pale was your cheek
And, like flowers, chenille eyes .

Already half-open mouth
I avoided touching eyes ,
And there was still blissfully empty
That wonderful world where we went next .