Текст песни Пелагея - Отвори потихоньку калитку

Are not we argue,
Is it time to make love,
The naivety of vintage romance
Those alive his nightingales.
Toll in the prime of fate, on a slope roofing
What do I know about the age and about the days
Open to me the gate to the former,
And the onetime my time extended.

Our current undead and destroys us,
But the mists hang lilac.
And lace mantilla of gloomy
Someone always comes down to the garden.
As he is in love, and gentle, and articles
Oh, Naquin, opened haste,
Can all chiseled and embezzlement,
But love does not take away the soul.

Reflected il pluck the piano
The light of the moon - it's a mystery to the eye,
But singing has always opens
What had been closed to us.
Bleak dawn regards face,
I salutary your songs,
And where would she kept no wicket,
Give not Tom, opened
And where would she kept no wicket,
Give not Tom, opened.