Текст песни Александр Холмогоров - Оскудеет любовь на последние дни

Creates love for the last days

Author of poems and melodies A.K. Holmogorov

Creates love for the last days,
Rivers are dried, the grass is Polieut.
Only where my heart finds the glacier,
Surging mountain moisture.

Where I find in the shadows without winding the fruit,
Various, guess living.
Let the soul decide on the last outcome
From someone else's non-returning captivity.

There, in paradise, there is a deep unknown key,
There is a fence, an open outstand,
and path where light is divine beam
Look leads to the Middle Horing.

You leave me to live in the midst of the Rodnikov,
excess clean moisture
On the roads the earth is dried by love,
Dust in colors in the fields and ravines,

Soul will not run out on the last days,
Rivers are dried, the grass is Polieut.
I will come to you, clean and bright spring,
Surging Highland moisture.