Текст песни А. Каштанов - Про любовь про первую

You and I broke up, it was a long time ago
And our love was spiritual and early.
Melting in the heart of the days of intoxicants
Trail of a crane flock
But the farther we are from them
More often I recall:
 
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About love, about the first, my tender,
Yes, about that little black-browed girl.
Where are you, dawns vernal, lilac distance?
To restore the former happiness
Yes, not fate, but a pity.
 
You and I broke up, didn't even try
Forgive, repent, so that love would be preserved.
Melting meetings a distant trail
And why don’t I know
But the farther these days,
More often I recall:
 
Chorus.
 
We parted, it was a young affair.
Why can't I sleep on this moonlit night?
And night is not night
And the dawn is nearing.
In the nightingale trills to me
The song is heard again:
 
Chorus.