Текст песни Сергей Березин - Старые липы

I'll open the window in the late evening,
The smell of limes and music in the distance.
They say that time heals wounds,
And my not so sore.
Everything was fulfilled, but later than it should,
And it is not the kind of waiting for me.
My best song is not ripe
And long forgotten is gone.
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And the old linden
hopelessly silent
And that in the beginning,
The fact that at the end.
And the old linden
Threaded rocked,
And circled the former
The golden pollen.
I'll open a window into someone's shadow
In someone's laughter and voices.
But then again the evening glamor
I dreamed your eyes.
Not your there in the shadow of his hand squeezes
Shadow colors, like a shadow past years.
It's just the wind swoops
And tears the color of sweet limes
And tears the color of sweet limes
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