Текст песни Аленушка Легкая - Она всегда ему принадлежала

She always belonged to him,
and he had not remembered those eyes.
Skvozyaschie minutes devoted
forgotten a hundred thousand times futile.

She had been saving carefully the years,
Dried roses, hid in a notebook.
And I knew that under this firmament
He threaded the life aimlessly Viet ...

It is he never wrote.
No news, no quiet ring.
Memories timidly packing
in boxes in private attics.

He had forgotten it - so quickly, so easily.
And it is not about her cheekbones to the moon.
He had forgotten it. He did not remember anything.
But he knew - she belongs to him.

... Notepad tightly filled petals.
Pages pale, rumpled random and at random.
She always belonged to him.
And he did not remember, was for some reason alive ...