Владимир Хозяенко - Запах полыни
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I like the smell of wormwood better than the smell of roses
And you won’t find wormwood in flower stalls during the day with fire
I snacked on the smell of this birch sap
When crazy youth burned like a bright fire

Where the willows rustle over the river
In unison with meadow grass
Where the pines pierce the blue sky
Where the robin sings about love
Your lips smell like milk
The queen of grass grows there - wormwood.
Wormwood

Fate took me through the potholes of dusty roads
Dust has settled on the hair - do not recolor it, do not wash it off
They have become similar in color to wormwood, by God
There's nothing you can do, I don't see any point in pushing

Where the willows rustle over the river
In unison with meadow grass
Where the pines pierce the blue sky
Where the robin sings about love
Your lips smell like milk
The queen of grass grows there - wormwood.
Wormwood

My cheerful youth has not gone that far
And I can’t help but look at the beautiful legs
But all this is a whim and, believe me, I have you alone
I will breathe in the scent of wormwood with my free chest

Where the willows rustle over the river
In unison with meadow grass
Where the pines pierce the blue sky
Where the robin sings about love
Your lips smell like milk
The queen of grass grows there - wormwood.
Wormwood
Wormwood