Текст песни Александр А.В.С. Скворцов - Слёт

Fleet

The bus rushes along the highway,
From the bustle of us
Where the sun is in dew
Where friends are waiting for me,
There fresh wind sings us
And fragrance of flowers like honey
Well, we came! Hello, silent!
We were waiting for a whole year!

Bonfires burn, eyes burn,
Merry competitions do not read
We can not smile:
There is no grief, but happiness is,
ONLY WORLD TOOLS,
That moment when we leave
When the emptiness tents
And it is necessary to collect things ...

But we will return in a year,
Hug friends and sing:
Well, goodbye, sweetheart,
While we live, we are waiting for you!

But we will come back in a year,
Hug friends and sing:
Well, goodbye, sweetheart,
While we live, we are waiting for you!

A. Skvortsov