Текст песни Костя Пахомов - Холодный берег

1) Birds again fly over the warmth of distant countries
The look bursts the ocean by a murzed carcass on the eyelashes.
Do not look at the flocks of birds, which will return only in spring,
Not invented borders and not me, not to you.

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Let the sunset erase the snow over my head
And only in a dream will repeat the day
Unnecessary hopes, and snow, and surf.
Let it be cold in sadness fill the day, let
And you will not come back, and I will not be back,
And the shore in the snow tired sinking.

2) the wind of the flock of clouds, the winds of the birds are unstroaching,
Very rare sun ray
You will not suddenly notice.
Do not regret you, that gone and cold was summer,
It is only a pity that the wind is evil here today, and not somewhere.

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