Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - Старый друг

I go to the forest, as a visit to a friend,
And the forest of me, as a friend, waiting.
There is my woodpecker on the whole district
In the bell dry beats.
There is a gentle-blue
And in hot ruptures of fire
(I like it any)
Rushes the bumps for me.
Winter birds sing
That I visited them.
And hare an ancient trunk
Polyany crossed me.
And I'm in the snow sticking skis.
And I accept grace.
And I myself sing about what I see
And that others do not see.
And forest me for a mitten
Elus Lapo takes
And crying the voice of the tit,
When the separation is coming.

Leonid Kornilov.
12/05/16