Текст песни Олег Фролов - Завоют ветры Минус

\ Winds howl \

Again we sit at the table,
Each other, holding hands.
And suddenly rolled a tear,
With beautiful your eyes, tears.

I listened to the bitter words,
Tosca drank champagne.
On stage, a sad musician,
Motive of separation humming.

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Howl winds sing.
I am leaving your berth,
Love my last refuge
Hooter snapped farewell.

Do you remember the first flowers,
As I have loved you, then.
I love the fog,
We are parting forever.

And again shall fade foliage,
On the south will be snatched up a flock of birds,
A memory, time and fate
Features wash our faces.

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Music player.
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