Текст песни Елфимов Пётр - Лист

The leaf has left the branchy rookery;
riddled with the wrinkles of time
lingered in the last refuge -
in the kingdom of the world of rejected greenery.

Rumor hitting acorn rains,
he hoped in every rustle
catch new ones in spring,
drowning in bloom

songs of youth. Rotten groomed
the elder remembered with vague excitement,
as he used to - beautifully built, -
the star beam kissed with rapture.

No, not maturity, but ardent youth
remembered at the door of oblivion
and the last green vein
he swore allegiance to someone.