Текст песни под гитару - а здесь густые стоят леса.....

And here are the thick forests,
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I remember your eyes,
       F
Your smile, your mouth,
        E
Your mouth.

And quietly the days pass,
Above us is already autumn,
And gold is flying foliage,
Flying to the ground.

Chorus:
    Oh, my dear, my dear,
    Oh, you're my precious,
    Oh, my most dear, beloved.

In the winter cold in the hearts of the fire,
And you and I regret nothing
And now we go to the ends of the earth,
At the end of the earth.

To part with their native land,
With native Ozernoye party
And what of the birds fly away
As cranes.

Chorus.

Here rains watered ground.
Above us circling flocks of birds,
And suddenly a tear fell from individuals,
She fell down.

Perhaps someone in a hurry to you
And to be the best in your destiny,
Maybe some guy,
Perhaps the husband.

Chorus.