Текст песни Тимофеев Геннадий - Кучерявый тополь

The wind whistled at full speed,
sang and clapped his hands,
the poor man is completely bald
my curly poplar.
Yesterday he measured the crown of foliage,
the rustle of rains rubbed
fingers in the crown at night.

CHORUS:
Dance with me this wonderful waltz
my dear friend, do not be sad,
let it fly from the branches and kiss us
golden foliage confetti.

Give it up, don't be sad in vain
Let it be three times colder
velvet december
I will cover your shoulders.
Downy blizzard scarf
will tie winter around the neck,
suddenly you won't notice
how you look prettier.

CHORUS