Текст песни Владимир Муромцев и группа Редкая Птица - Черное платье

Black dress

You're wearing a black dress today,
Your tender lips like black blood.
You are beautiful in their ceremonial dress -
But you bury my love!

You burned my stuff, like old trash,
And the soul commanded, "Do not rebuke."
Juniper smell Crimean beads,
And you bury my love.

I have for you no one killed
And a ring with a diamond, you do not give away.
But do not you kissed in the stairwell
Come with me to the bird of dawn July.

And did not you say, "Darling,
We are close, we are together - the temple and brow! "
Now you pass by in the black -
Now you bury my love.

I would like to cry, but I do not cry:
I'm trying to understand and solve again
Idiotic school this task ...
And you bury my love.