Текст песни Леонид Коронов - Фестивальная

FESTIVAL

Summer. I'm going on the road,
With my dear loyalty I say goodbye,
Knits evening, black eyebrows thickening.
In the wings of the window, as if with waves - curtains,
The moon is dancing with lace patterns
Letting go of my heart for a visit to the woods.

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At..a..m cha..si..keys click - time burn,
Spinning but..si..ki.
And one hair is left from him,
Here walkers dismounted - they are sad,
If they told ...
Our path lies to the southeast.
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Of course I will hear a symphony, -
The sounds of the rains have their own chimes
With the tired wind in a hurry to the galaxy of songs,
I like the forest expanse,
Hear me singing field
Let your soul chirp from everything.

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Look, the years are hunched over
Time - lies - has sunk into the water,
And around the muddy water
Make tea goodbye
Leaves to copper - lie to promises
It's time, at least "knits the tongue" ... no problem.

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