Текст песни Сергей Яковенко - Соловьи Серебряного бора

verses Peter Vegina "Nightingales Serebryany Bor"

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Come listen to the nightingales
in Serebryany Bor,
where no silver
No, except the nightingale warbling.
No-one nature,
who was not she to the court
at the end of the century, or rather -
At the end of the week.

Forget urgent business,
care and spleen.
Operation of the nightingale is clean, invisible and alone.
We are not at the feast,
Life is not like a game,
but if whistling nightingale
in life there is no epilogue.

As sinners before the altar
us before chorister nightingale.
His silver embroidery
embroidered with silence like a fur coat.
Let's dare, let's dare
and in the lives of all holes zashem
its needle silver, silent.

It gets dark on the Moscow River.
At Nightingale drafts
ventilate the soul,
pain subsided to dull.
Soul to soul, hand in hand,
return to the city of light,
language of people
difficulty remembering ...