Текст песни Вика Цыганова - И только гроздья рябины.... алым огнем горят..

"Bunch of Rowan"

Today I have one
Not sober, not drunk
Outside, vanity,
At the heart maeta
Hey, neighbor - old
Maybe drink wine
Good old codger
It's not that things are not so

Chorus:
And only bunches of rowan
Yes stray red sunset
And only bunches of rowan
In the window look to me
And only bunches of rowan
Crimson fire burning
Vicious circle
Old friend of mine
Birds to the south
Flying

Yellowed old maple
Life is like a dream
Birds fly south
Do not bring them back
And the clouds float
From a distance, to nowhere
A mountain ash lit
So that the heart hurts

Chorus

Do not worry old man
Our life is like a moment
Well we sit
Heart to heart talk
Drink wine, do not rush
Yes, live - not grieve
What is sad to miss
Sooner we die

Chorus