Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Плачет тополь

Crying poplar, tears white,
Early declares to dew.
I can see correctly done,
What did not go on a date.

It was a lot of retold
It is overlooked under the zorms
We are not connected with you
Unless conversations.

And sorry, forgive my dream,
Every day she lived in me,
I came up with us for us,
And we did not have it.

Cute nothing to be offended
We are with you in feelings are equal.
Maybe in the heart tomorrow evening
He will knock something important.