Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Снег на крышах темнеет и тает...

Snow on the roof melts and darkens
At the end of a spring day.
Where to find the words to me, my dear,
That you heard me?

Laughter is heard on the left and the right,
Caught fire on the streets of light.
Well, so what are you looking archly
And not a word you say in response?

Anything from you, I will not hide.
Of course, I do not know where
That's the same night sometimes
Will carry us with you train.

We will find each other on the map
Every day before you go to sleep,
And bonfires exploration parties
Will be marked in the life of our way.

Well, let the same, my dear, my hands,
Promise to save our friendship.
Let us not be bitter in separation
In anticipation of future meetings.