Текст песни Александр Гейнц и Сергей Данилов - Крокусы

Verses: Igor Vinogradsky
Music: Alexandra Solomonova

Again with the weather, some tricks:
Slow rain, like a painful dream.
From the ground tearing blue crocuses -
It is evident that the season is over.

They are bursting into impenetrable midnight,
They rush through the afternoon, forgetting about everything,
They rush to our souls, like cries for help
Those who ended their season forever.

Crocuses are clean, brittle, light,
You - like letters from those who do not,
You - like the songs of their nedopetye
Or a trail in the snow!

Who did not renounce friends and friends,
Who else remembers how the blizzard sings,
I ask you: do not touch crocuses -
In each of them, someone's memory lives!

Someone's peaks are unconquered,
Someone's unfulfilled dreams,
Someone's bride, who did not become wives,
Someone's burned bridges ...

Again with the weather, some tricks:
Slow rain, like a painful dream.
From the ground tearing blue crocuses -
Do not be sad, there will be a new season!

There will be peaks in silver frost
Above the star and more beautiful dream,
And if that, so after all crocuses blue, -
The best flowers in the world!