Текст песни Студия Ilia Pulin - Весёлая-грустная песня

You remember how we wrote
Before squeezed eyes
Those frank poems
What we came up with yourself.

Since then, a little (quite a few) years has passed,
The childhood is now not with us.
We are in concerning we give lunch,
And now we swell boots.

Do not tell me in response,
Then I won't be embarrassed
Frosty lips gray velveteen
With whom I wanted to part.

Winter Dark in the yard
Lepil doubts I'm from the snow,
When I'm light spring
Broke up with the faith of the poet ...