Текст песни Вера Вотинцева - Посвящение поэту

Dedication to the poet

Vera Titintsev

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You once come out on the morning voice, on a clear cry,
What should be the same music, the power of the holy ...
We are wandering, whether we do not dare! The world is great
And beautiful as our carelessness, like human mercy.
The world is unthinkable. It remains a little - give
Post down a book with the name "Fairy Tales".
Listen to music, binding votes, find out -
For some of the worlds, our ligaments are rushing ...

We pass worlds, comprehending the space for rumor,
Direct the guidelines on a clear sound.
Behind the last mountain will be the wind hot and dry
The latter desert will sweep the Golden River,
Ground darkness in the last window
The last string breaks up the rainbow with a young row!
For the last love - the sky will remain one,
Where one day you will go out tiredly on the morning voice.