Текст песни Ланцберг Владимир - Песенка о разнице в возрасте

Stoproklyataya centuries
Eighth my trouble
separation - at the heart of stone
anyone of us - to where?
A moose wandering in the bush
And the leaves swirl, yellow
Let me go to Fall
and in the summer you will go

A Summer - feather grass and the wind
wormwood steep infusion
Stray arrow does not meet
syschetsya not in the thick grass
I - in the field yesterday warrior -
wring napryamki, cut.
Your way is only half as long
but leads to the same edge

A hundred years, and to whom, and two hundred
Whether the path of the day before,
where the trails come together,
so you caught me
and - all: neither melancholy nor flour!
clear for a long time and so:
separation that - in polrazluki -
that a quarter of trouble - nothing!