"Горсть серебра..."

Nespetaya ballad Buttercup .

Do not ask me to sing about love in the night by the fire
Do not ask me to name names - you knew it all himself
Suli not for a handful of silver ballad nespetuyu
All the same, this secret I pilgrim , you do not give up.
Hear - tale beam along the rocky shores of the slides
And the fate of lurking , confusion fingering yarn ,
Only cold wave also threw everything at the feet of
Only white seagulls floated about something grieving .

Minstrel winged heart easily hit
And methane in the radiant eyes crazy fire
He stood there, with no hope of her love
Useless blade habit squeezed his hand .
And their love was like a flame of fire in the wind
That goes off in the morning under a fine autumn rain
Let sometime in the song happy poets sovrut
But I know - only a day , but the day they were a couple .

And with the dawn of the newly bred crosshair ways
He's gone , and it took a year to his death
How do you say , maybe he even remembered her,
But the death of her even I can not sing it .
And at the heart of the fog remained deaf longing
Only time will survive the loss and pain
Do not know anyone, as I carried my dead
Because of this song I dare not add up.