Текст песни Михаил Файбушевич - Горькая рябина

We are with you your life otlyubili,
Again at the threshold of winter is,
And, bending in the wind, rowan
I'm in the red box branch knocks.

Otgorela love, that celebrated,
What went - not to return, not to save.
And I became bitter rowan
The sweetness of the gentle quivering shoulders.

Goodbye - and not insult Thai,
Who is to blame, that the winter comes.
Goodbye - bitter rowan
Frost hit to was sweeter.

I'll remember you this,
With a bunch of red mountain ash in his hand,
The bitter taste of your kisses
On mountain ash and scarlet lips.

Goodbye - and not insult Thai,
Who is to blame, that the winter comes.
Goodbye - bitter rowan
Frost hit to was sweeter.