Текст песни Максим Жаровин - Ранние сумерки

"The early twilight"

Maxim Zharovin

Slowly month floats above the fog,
Fragile boats being lost in the mist.
Whispering willows, dropping dowry
What to cook autumn winter.
Sparkle in the sky,
Icicles on water,
Dream unsolved
Autumn comes to you.
But do not gather in a bunch,
Do not hold in your hand,
What was - was not,
Negate the dawn.

It was, or not to be, to know in advance,
The early twilight - seeing early.
It will take leaves the river, as the cradle will swing
The passion has subsided, but not forgotten More
The smell of wild herbs,
Dimple on his cheek,
Thin lace
On the golden sand,
sweet taste
Joy and sin
With yellow leaves
We will carry the river.

On the banks of a stranger black crows,
Life separated us in different directions,
Small pieces of ice in the cold exile
Early wires - twilight of the early ...

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