Текст песни Аторин Сергей,муз, В. Короткова - Пролетали деньки,сл,Аторин Сергей

Days of flies
Sergei Atorin
They fly days are like pieces of a tree in autumn.
Unnoticed minute were poured as a finger sand.
The strands of blond hair graying povpletala my life,
And suddenly lay down on the heart of sadness, like a barrel at the temple!
Little by little late. Somewhere was something to sing - you sober?
I do not remember everything, and whether it is necessary to remember everything?
How he loved the expectation of whom beat, and where I was embedded,
What I am sometimes found, and whom I had to lose.

Ferris wheel in the park creaking old
And the cashier is no more, then the tickets are sold.
We were good, most likely paroyu.
I'm on these paths you walked nonchalantly.
Many new here, but the trees are all the same.
Just it seems to have become a little higher, maybe wiser.
And a couple of benches painted again luxuriate,
Tucked away in the shade of fragrant, heady alleys!