The blues have not grown yet, And it’s not long until dusk. And restless dreams come true, I skin is nothing, dumb remains. The blues have not grown yet, And the world is completely off-road. I know the path to the stench, If the soul is pure, is it tender? The blues have not grown yet, I'm still shaping their crowns. Blue, like the beginning of spring, And I feel the ringing in the winter. The blue ones have not grown yet. Oh, don’t rush to grow, eaglets. Let me make some noise in the ash trees About those, shcheb krila pilnuvati. My old age is blue, Grow up, get angry. I bless that time, When will you feel “spring”.
