Текст песни Ирина Прокофьева - Сини подмосковные холмы

Blue Hills near Moscow ,
The air was a little warm - dust and tar.
I sleep all day, all day laughing , - should
I am recovering from winter .

I'm going home may quietly :
Unwritten poems - not sorry!
The sound of wheels and roasted almonds
I have more than all the quatrains .

Head up to the delights of empty,
Because the heart is - too full !
My days are like little waves
I look at that bridge.

Someone looks too gentle
At the tender barely hot air ...
I was sick in the summer ,
Barely having recovered from winter .

Marina Tsvetaeva