There was a lilac Bush under the window
And gave off their fragrance
And everyone who knew him,
Broke branches not in a hurry.
And the Bush cried at night sometimes,
The stems hurt every time
And the juice flowed bitter,
Under a stone in this dark hour.
I tried to cover the Bush with leaves
All that's left in this moment
And hid further in the center of his
Flowers, like a greedy old man.
He had them in his despair
I wanted to save a few
And show them only to that one,
I listened to his speech.
For the one that's about to
From behind the hillock comes back.
For the one that will rise
Just like a young Firebird.
He would give it to her
All those hidden flowers
And all the leaves, do not fall off
And all the last guns.
And next to a thin Rowan tree,
Their painted fruit
She seemed to be speaking softly:
& quot;Where, where do you look"?
Isn't my outfit bright?
Am I not so slender?
Why are you hiding your gift
Not for me, not for me?!