Текст песни Леонид Марголин - По мокрым скверам...

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On wet squares
In the fall,
The face of the frown!
On loud violins
Dremuck Soskin
Plays a storm!
In an embrace with the wind
I go on the schedule
In the dotteches of the night.
Looking for roof
your cave -
It is very quiet in it.
The desert is burning
electrospandine
In the same place
As a precious stone,
Sparkles the ring -
And thought, flying,
someone looking for
Before Bella Light ...
Who knocks there
in my home?
No rest!
Ah, this evil old woman autumn,
The face of the fuck
I knock on me
and in the needle pines
Does not pusk a storm!
Where from the storm
from bad weather
I'm hiding?
I remember the past years
And I cry ...

1964.