Текст песни Владимир Болотин - Летом жарким на пожаре

Hot summer on fire
You and I discussed
Passion. Intertwined
There were doves and lips.
Who will rather take a sip,
Who will flap its wing more tenderly?
But they did not come to an agreement.

And the uncontrollable flame
Hugged, blazing,
Two yard dusty maples
Hot trunks.
Yes, love is like this:
You will destroy her forty times,
Covering my thoughts with smoke,
Unimaginable delights await
From thoughtful palms,
From the angry garden
What branches are intertwined
Pulls to turn back.

* *

Hot summer on fire
You and I condemned
Gossip. Intertwined
There were pigeons and songs.
Who is more visible in the sky,
Whose, stray or local,
Have you spied other people's dreams?

And the trees in love
Rising into the unknown
Blazing everywhere,
Even in garbage ash.
Yes, love is like this:
You will humiliate her forty times -
Ashes press to the heart,
Writes a list of losses.
Keeping the garden on dusty shelves,
Collects from fragments
Songs, gossip, rumors -
Inflamed eyes.

* * *

Hot summer on fire
You and I cooled off
Faces. Intertwined
There were pigeons and years.
Who would rather have water in their beaks
Worn so that the fire goes out?

And the burnt trees
Not subject to divorce
Underground continued
Becoming invisible and silent.
Their charred destinies
Hiding the depth of the roots,
The two moles were reminded
Wooden verses.
Yes, love is like this:
Forty times you will forget it,
To remember, dying out,
"Wooden" poems.

V. Bolotin