Текст песни Александр Мадей - Посвящение Риму Молдавскому

Moldovan ROME Mikhailovich

About everything - about everything, about that - about it
Plexus notes, plenty of those.
Pats sensitive ears of the poet
The oil is not created poems.

About everything - about everything, about that - about it
Noisy meadows, streams sing.
Ah, this visit comes summer
And poured out into poetry.

It comes off smelling
Capel showers, warm thunderstorms.
Burning fire and blaze
Poets in the world of sweet dreams.

They are not strangers crowded
And fumes country roads.
Sometimes finding wisdom in wine
And so their brief lines.

And everything grows, everything blooms
And ears in a field of rye,
And with the birds of the sky shall notify,
With captivating world of good.

In all - at all, in fact - and this is
The interweaving of music, in the abundance of
Finds sensitive ears of the poet
The oil is not created poems.

06.12.1994