Текст песни Дороги Меняют Цвет - Цветет сирень...

Look, my friend, they dance the waltz,
What na, movement, you're done.
In the estate of an old whore everything for us,
Wine, laughing young countess, because now the ball ...

Flowering lilacs and quietly crying flute,
That young Michel, kneeling beside the shadow of Mozart!
A schoolboy in the yard when he was drunk,
Keep your heart trunk, shooting at close range on a bet!

Look, my friend, they lit the lights for us,
And calculated by the minute these days.
Deal the cards in the hands of you and me,
But we know, they have a trump card up his sleeve ...

Flowering lilacs and quietly crying flute,
That young Michel, kneeling beside the shadow of Mozart!
A schoolboy in the yard when he was drunk,
Keep your heart trunk, shooting at close range on a bet!