Текст песни Александр Гейнц, Сергей Данилов - Встречный вальс

Here we are, folks, and met -
Linked broken circle.
In an old blue envelope
Pain and loss of separations.
I thought the letter gets lost
In the dusty archives of the table ...
How do you guys like
The meeting that we did not expect?


It is trusted or not trusted -

Our paths crossed.

Globe spinning promoted

And in orbit flies.

I remember forgiven desperately

In some ways each other sworn,

Time crowned with sorrow we ...

Yes, that's, drat, agreed.

The doorbell rang. And downloadable format
Things in the hallway, in the corner.
Someone laughed a cold,
Someone goes to the table.
Who is behind the bench to the neighbors down
Who sat on the carpet.
Here we are, folks, and met,
It's a pity one - not all.


Released time to infancy:

Today is not the time.

All that was considered the motherland,

Podrasteryal country.

What shot that dropped,

What forgot to fold.

God, how I want to autumn

Winter her through.

I want or do not want -
All that burned me,
Blue envelope writhes
The flame of the day.
What the letter did not respond to you -
Just I do not believe, and suddenly ...
Here we are, folks, and met.
Linked broken circle.

10.10.1999