Текст песни Фёдоров Олег - Слово

From the world of words I will choose one thing
I will not circle it with a heart,
Ink Wall to Wall
Let him roll down the street with a ring -
Treasure from a note book.

And in the brilliance of the spent day
The ring carries the wave of surprise,
Shouts: "Aegea!", Afterwards, guys
So joyful as if birthday
Everyone, maybe I have?

It will be found once in the yard,
Covered with leaves and snow,
No matter, in September Ile November
It will make a person remember,
That happiness is not in money, not in silver.