Текст песни Юрий Панюшкин - Косынка костра

Glade tied
Scarf of the bonfire.
And we say goodbye early -
But close to the morning.

Still white fog
Did not drag the distance
Not burned out yet
In the fire your sorrow.

For a short breakup -
The road without end.
And like a promise
Fingers in the face.

Will be with me
Your breath.
You don’t give me a song -
You just sing it.

And we say goodbye early
But close to the morning.
Glade tied
Scarf of the bonfire.