Текст песни 1991 - История Аквариума. Архив. Том III - Трудовая пчела

D G D
I am a labor bee in white snow;
      G d
Labor bee on white snow.
             C
I make my circles under glass;
Hm b
We will become friends; I know what will happen next.
    G A D
I know what will happen, and I can’t do anything.

You live here, your foliage in the wind;
I am only a guest here, I am valuable in leaving.
We are eager for warmth, like children in a winter forest;
Our hands are on fire, our bodies are on weight;
I'll say hello to you with that in mind.

And in the honeycombs waiting for honey, trembling and alive.
In my honeycomb, honey is waiting; you know him, he is yours.
Open my doors with your soundless key;
It is sweet to me to be joy; I'm scared to become
the executioner.
But one thing goes with the other while honey is waiting in the comb.

I am a labor bee in white snow;
Labor bee on december white snow.
I make my circles under glass;
We will become friends; I know what will happen next.
I know what will happen, but I can’t do anything.