Текст песни р - Листва

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like dried leaves:
in her silver flames
You promised that you tell me,
but - forgotten in the morning.

Fool! Note how damn tired,
As he pohabnik changed.
Perhaps he was the villain in love
in lilac and young Crystal?

Shut up, and go, smiling,
And he says - live themselves,
And without me across their foreheads.
No, he does not like, I was wrong, I repent

I'd rather raspahnu window -
Listen to the church choir.
He sanctifies the yard
On Sundays ago.

And more than anything affect me
That low barely audible bass.
It was like the sky falls on us
And groans, because that is sinking

In the green, pale body,
In deathly face.
The church on the porch
On the coffin sat birds,

like dried leaves:
in her silver flames
You promised that you tell me,
but - forgotten in the morning.