Текст песни Злищев А. - Край сиреневый

Lilac edge, the edge of my cast,
I came, I here and now!
Why is your face wry
I do not pleasing northern eye?

Like everything remains as it was:
The same people, the same house.
And in the village is still the same mare
Just sad stands in the yard.

I could tell a lot
About the Neva, the Hermitage and bridges,
But it is not waiting at the threshold of the native
Neither the grandmother nor the dog on a chain ..

But, I know that wherever I was,
Under what not to wet the rain,
I was met by an unexpected death,
And warm native black earth.

And so quiet and dull
Not to say I left: & quot; Goodbye & quot ;.
You Cornflowers my ear,
Edge lilac thrown edge.

A.Zlischev