Текст песни Максим Жигновский - Тополя

POPLAR

Burn days , as usual , to the coals ,
And converge , diverge century.
And fly around in poplar park ,
As my life . Oh , my life !

And I thought once - no luck ,
And the days as a soldier ran into account,
And in the park overflew poplar ,
As my life . Oh , my life !

But burning coal would add to the heat ,
That was a place in the memory of the good,
But ёzhatsya of wind poplar ,
As my life . Oh , my life !

And I'm not a sinner like , and not holy,
Such as I - we have hundreds . Poplars
Stand . and passing clouds ,
Through the centuries , through the ages ...

Sl. - F.Zhignovsky ,
Mus . - M.Zhignovsky , of 28.09.2011