The rain spins tiny threads of silver They go into my souls and eyes The blossom of the cherry tree Went down into the spring as vice The sun shines warm and even hot It’s out, alas, not in my world Well, I don’t want it, had a lot Without it I have beauty pearl A lot of fields, so icy white And bluish silvery the snowy plains And rain transparent silently that drums A tune of past and by-gone days I want it to be white I want to cover all these rivers Of my protruding bluish veins A lot of snow with heavy drifts To cover paths of dreams unseen And let the clouds so white of pain Appear up on the horizon To cover me in bed of stone And whitish foam of knitted lace To cover boat and its one oar
Нека бъде бяло....чисто като твоята душа...
ОтговорИзтриванеThe rain spins tiny threads of silver
ОтговорИзтриванеThey go into my souls and eyes
The blossom of the cherry tree
Went down into the spring as vice
The sun shines warm and even hot
It’s out, alas, not in my world
Well, I don’t want it, had a lot
Without it I have beauty pearl
A lot of fields, so icy white
And bluish silvery the snowy plains
And rain transparent silently that drums
A tune of past and by-gone days
I want it to be white
I want to cover all these rivers
Of my protruding bluish veins
A lot of snow with heavy drifts
To cover paths of dreams unseen
And let the clouds so white of pain
Appear up on the horizon
To cover me in bed of stone
And whitish foam of knitted lace
To cover boat and its one oar
I want it to be white…