Текст песни АНДРЕЙ КАПРОВ - Листья

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Red-yellow leaves
It's not autumn, not watercolor
White Sky Clott Lines Earth
Singing birds in the morning sow trill
And I do not even dream of me I will find my paradise behind the door
According to devotions in wet-happiness
In gentle palms around the painted to pain Cozoles

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I will draw my love
Brush from red-yellow leaves
If it seems to me that I am ready to understand that you
This is the sky of the star birds / this sea air faces
If I

Perhaps my drawing
Not at all what I wanted to see
Can be my strings
Not from steel and from silk thread
But still I draw
Your old song you
At least on canvas
We are born
To live this life together