Текст песни Сергей Труханов - Больше уже и доказывать нечем...

Poems Grigory Kruzhkova

More and there is nothing more: the word broke about the word,
Only the voice remained your singing - cello solo.
Bird calling from fog, because of the night swamps ...
ODOR ROSARIUM MANET IN MANU Etsiam Rosa Submota.
(The smell of roses remains in the palms, if rose even dropped (lat.)

In the morning I first shifted the camera from the window and see
Red in wet bunches Ryabina, fields of autumn alone.
Black tea with the shelf got ... What else, how is it not work?
ODOR ROSARIUM MANET IN MANU Etsiam Rosa Submota.

So Pale's Pale Went, Pale Heart Baby,
You will sound commemoration of the eternal in the world of a sad chapel.
The meeting is not a flock, not even looked, with Himba gilded.
ODOR ROSARIUM MANET IN MANU Etsiam Rosa Submota.

Wind, broken old pines at night in our glade,
Angel in black time sent, for known in
All that Isolde will tell Tristan in the morning in the garden of Camelota.
ODOR ROSARIUM MANET IN MANU Etsiam Rosa Submota.

Thick cheeks poured peonies, the sun rises behind the forests,
In the thickets of Willow, spies are fisty with finned voices.
And, clamping a red wound, MLEXA from mortal sweat, -
ODOR ROSARIUM MANET IN MANU ETSIAM ROSA SUBMOTA