Текст песни Неизвестен - В ШУМНОМ ГОРОДЕ

In the bustling city, we met in the spring,
Up in the morning, we did not leave home.
Zorka stars repaid
And we did not have enough of the night,
To tell each other everything ...

In the bustling city, we met in the spring,
How many streets we passed the time with you!
How many times then said goodbye and returned back (here even polohonkoy recording felt smile Claudia Ivanovna)
Chtby all start again!

I used to forget, not to remember this day, this hour.
I would never vstrchat lovely eyes!
But again, the spring breeze in the window breaks and calls!
He flies me to the meeting, the delicate song sings!

Maybe there is a new and in my words,
Suppose that meeting as well as thousands of others
May like other!
My wife is the first time my wife alone!