Текст песни алексей шмелев - Апельсиновые рощи

Orange groves

(Sl. And music. Alexey Shmelev)

Let see you now,
That's how pale as snow,
In the heart of the wild jungle
He looks to the sky people,

On the face, at a glance
All his fate visible,
Already someone, and he remembers something
Why I come here!

And in his hand squeezes
Poluvytsvetshy takes -
So someone who, as he knows,
With no way back ...

You could live easier -
To sleep in the home, rather than the dust,
But orange groves
Again dreamland away.

And like everything is going as it should -
Only it is not clear why
For three nights in a row
Dreaming the same dream to him:

How under heaven Santa Clara
Quietly she sings:
"Stay here, Guevara,
There's no one waiting for you ... "