Текст песни Российские Барды - Милая моя

My dearest

Y. Vizbor.

1. All our meetings of separation, alas, are destined.
Tiy and sealing streams from amber pine,
The coils of the fire turned around the sorrow -
That ended everything, it's time to part.

Chorus:

My dear, Sunny Forest,
Where, in what edges will meet me?

2. The wings folded the tents - they are killed.
Wings dealt crawl sector - plane,
And quietly fighters a ladder from the wing -
So, indeed, the abyss of us lay.

Chorus.

3. Do not comfort me, I do not need words -
I would find that stream of amber pine,
Suddenly there, a piece of fire blushes in the fog,
And the fire is expected, imagine me.

Chorus.