Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Милая моя

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All of our meetings are, alas, destined
C g c
Quiet and sad at the amber pine,
E F A
The embers of the bonfire moved timidly,
Dm e am
So it was all over - it's time to leave.
Am A Dm G C
Pipev: My dear, the sun of the forest,
Am dm
Where, in what terms
E am
Will you meet me?

Wings piled up tents - their flight is over,
The wings were resolved by a search seeker - a plane,
And the trap from the wing is slowly moving back,
That really really fell between us.

Pipev.

Do not console me, I do not need words
I would have to find that one from the amber pine,
Suddenly through the fog there is a piece of fire
Suddenly they are waiting by the fire, imagine me!

Pipev.