Текст песни М.И. Цветаева - Бузина

The elderly garden filled the whole garden! The elderberry is green, green, greener than the mold on the vat! Green, then summer in the beginning! Blue until the end of the days! The elder brother of my eyes is green! And then - through the night - Rostopchinsky's bonfire! - in the eyes red From the elderly bubble trill. Red measles on his own body Through all your pores, azure, Broken measles of Buzina - until winter, until winter! What kind of paints are bred In a shallow berry sweeter than poison! Kumach, sealing wax and hell - Mixture, coral small beads Shine, gore-tasting blood. The elder is executed, executed! Buzina - the whole garden was flooded by the Blood of the young and the blood of the clean, The bloody branches of the fire-fires - The merry of all blood: The blood of the heart is yours, mine ... And then - the waterfall of the grain, And then - the elderberry black: With something plum, then sticky. Above the wicket, groaning violin, Near the house, which is empty, Lonely elderberry bush. Elder, crazy, crazy I'm from your beads, elder! Steppe - hunhuzu, Caucasus - Georgians, Me - my bush under the elder window Give. Instead of Palaces of Arts Only this elder bush ... Novosely my country! Because of the berries - elder, Childish thirst purple, Because of the tree and because of the word: Buzin (to this day - in the night ...), Poison - sucked in ochmi ... The elderberry is crimson, crimson! Buzina - the whole edge took in the paws. My childhood is in power. Something like a criminal passion, Buzin, between you and me. I would call it an eyelid - an elder called ...