Текст песни Пётр Старчик - Марина Цветаева - Молитва царицы

Poem about the royal family (fragment)

Resident on grief.
Prayer on the crust.

Did not know that birch,
Roads on the edge
What's in Lukey Frost
Then the beauty of his own

- Siberian "Cinnamon" -
Belil and saved -
So that Russian queen
On it wrote a letter

- For all thank you -
Heavenly king.

Did not know that road
With birch on the edge
Why Sedubogeneous
Old man - knife - bark

Cut off - so that in the cells are cramped,
Higle domit
German princess -
Slavic prayer

Digged on leaf
Siberian Beresta.

What she asked about
Ditch on the edge ...
Prayer for Russia:
For their homeland - yours -

My ... from the MSOs of Siberian
By kipyrisa Crimea:
For each zlobivtsa -
And still a pet ...

To the one who is on the mountain -
Prayer on the Core ...

Stood that birch -
Russia on the edge,
- for the tune, in captivity, for tears -
For all thank you.

And if there is little - captivity,
And if a lot is a ton ...
I myself call me a price ...
And if you say: Son

Under the tip of feather
Corn bark ...

So Russia stood
Cliff on the edge.
- And if you say - Son ... -
For all thank you
_____

Burning, burning bark ...
Fly, prayer flies ...
There remained that berson
In centuries - rapid granite.