Текст песни Александр Новиков - Три дня

Simple, and rolled
From mild melancholy days
They, like you and me, with all my heart there,
Where were gold
they Yesterday,
Where palm tavern lashed the window.

And it is not sorry
Tear soul to shreds
And the sweetest nerve twist-pull,
Where lightning in a thunderstorm
Beats shock at the hands of,
With that on the sand, holding, sleep.

A white bird white
Do not know and do not smeknut,
Not noisily on any wave,
As a girl in pareo
I fly on my chest
And, dismissing the wings, pecked his lips to me.

Autumn leaf flying, and I
I fly to where it where it
Three of the best of the day, three days
In short all and all lengths.

Autumn leaf - my wing,
And the sun in the puddles - my fire,
But the wind, unfortunately, in spite of
It carries me back to the other.
The other ...