Текст песни Григорий Романов и Пер.О - Ты прости

You sorry, I will not come home today,
Skid in the fields, on stubborn, dry grass.
There will be autumn bride, September will be rapidly
Yes, and my noble brothers, forest blood.
And over the city was able to melt his wings from dust.
Do not be angry, I did not leave you in trouble.
I left, so that my sky was perfect,
To derive yourself in reflections in running water.
I left to become drunk here, Nalaskov.
So that the cheek caught the wind sheer washed
To the night bloomed unfamiliar, new paints,
I left in the morning wake up alive.