Текст песни Ада Якушева - Ветер песни поет

The wind sings a song -
He habits of yours,
A grass me your
Utter the name .
And your shirt
In cuttings of blue flashes .
Without you, I - I do not ,
That's what history .

For you alone
Recollect hundred songs at once,
Livni over her head ,
Like the flowers , put in a vase .
A distant dawn
Throw open towards the door.
I could die ,
If you do not believe me .

No hope of blue ,
I should not even tales .
And I can forget everything ,
Unless you order .
On the trail to your
I wander path lyuboyu .
Perhaps this
It's called love .