Текст песни Борис Ветров - Набоков Владимир Первая любовь

FIRST LOVE

The foliage of birch, aspen,
At the end of the avenue, at the Footbridge,
Suddenly a light fell from the blue dress,
From cornflower wreath.

Your image is light shining
As I keep on a palm
And butterfly undying
Reverently treasure.

And a lot of years have passed and happily
I have lived without you, and all are
Sometimes I think cautiously
Do you live and where you live?

But if you meet unexpected
Fate would have made us
I would like a strange deformity
Your current image shake.

Grievances no neizyasnimee:
You're an alien life has acquired
No blue dress, no name
You do not have laid up for me.

And long since overdue
And I pray, and you pray
What would trampled on the sidelines
We could not agree on a dull evening.

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