Текст песни Александр Матюхин - Ф. Лорка. Прощание

PARTING
(Per. A. Gelleskul)

Forgive
At the edge of the road.

Guessing native
I was in a hurry to cry far -
And we need to cry for me.

Forgive
At the edge of the road.

In fact, the internal expensive
Less from the confusion
To be awesome
About black minute.
I do not become a wet trembling
Stars at sunrise.

I returned to a white grove
silent melodies.