Текст песни Илья Готье - По дворам расстилается март. - Читает Ирина Витеева

The yard stretches March
 It marks the beginning of spring,
 Ah, your languid, sad look,
 What else do not you have enough?

 What does not please the birds singing?
 (I'm asking, I'm sorry for the timid)
 And the tears from your black eyelashes
 Plucked, rushing into the abyss.

 Only one thing, do not hide your eyes,
 They are not for mourning,
 Already a crowd had written the story,
 Inter are behind the buzz.

 Break the shackles of gravity of the powerful,
 What gives you a sense of fear,
 You know, no one is ready
 Tell that prophesy to us tomorrow.

 Maybe tomorrow our way short
 Fork swift running,
 Know that my weak chest
 Forever for you a talisman.

 Will you forgive for the days without flowers?
 The days when we are not nice to each other,
 For your eyes only ready
 Kiss heavenly forces.

15.03.2014 Mr. Ilya Gauthier