Текст песни Сааша Муром звукодизайн ВАБОСКО - Цветаева молодость моя

My youth! My Stranger
Youth! My boot is unpaired!
Inflamed eyes narrowing,
So the leaf is torn off the calendar.

None of all your booty
Did not take thoughtful Muse.
My youth! - I do not call back -
You were a burden to me and a burden.

You whispered in the night with a comb,
You at night sharpened arrows.
With your generosity, choking, like a rubble,
I endured my sins for strangers.

Scepter you back to the deadline -
What is the soul to the dishes and the brashna!
My youth! My trouble -
Youth! My scrap is a freak!