Текст песни Петр Елфимов - Я живу

It seemed that whether from anguish,
in the vase rustling spikelets,
from vanities and noise are far away,
the wind stirred, that from the river.

Circled round the winding ring,
like a forgotten canopy porch,
kisses with a colt of pollen
they put on a hot face.

It seemed as though among them -
ripe, golden, live,
I am born in the city walls, -
only embalmed myth.

I hear their merry rumor,
glorifying the sky with blue ...
It seemed ... Everything is not real:
I breathe, I see, I live!