Текст песни Сергей Труханов - Записал я длинный адрес

I have recorded a long address on the scrap of paper,
All could not say good-bye and a leaf in his hand.
Light flowed on bruschastke. On the eyelashes and fur,
And gray gloves began to fall sleet.

It was a lamplighter, turned around us lit a lantern,
Whistle flashlight, stumbled as a shepherd's horn.
And scattered awkward, stupid talk,
It's easier to fluff smaller fraction ... Ten years have passed since then.

Even the address is lost, I even forgot the name
And then I love another one that is more bitter than all loved.
And you go - and will drop from the roof: the house and the niche at the gate,
White ball over the circular recess, and read: Who lives?

There are special gates and special home,
There is a special omen, like youth itself.