Текст песни В.Метёлкин - Александровский сад

The wind, carrying a thunderstorm, flew over the earth.
Stones looking down, did not notice the night.
The leaves flying in the distance could not see
Spelling of a sad candle behind the window glass.

The light from the fire will be visible for a thousand years.
Light from the complex lips will reflect in the eyes.
Light silver full of mysterious forest,
Let him now be called the Alexandrovsky Garden.