Текст песни Сурган Валерий - Встречи, прощанья, ветер дорог

C # m_Yuri Kutumov
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Meetings, goodbyes, the wind of the roads
I simply could not live otherwise
And over Ilmenka the rain rustled
What I have is everything I wanted

You will touch your hot forehead with a cold hand
Will float between the tents of guitars a little drunken chime
Leaving, we believe that sooner or later we will return
Forever we are bewitched, those forests by magic

The train will move the pine trees outside the windows sparkle the needles
This sweet sun escorts us home
Why do you so want to go out to friends indulging
Please explain what happened to me