Текст песни Вересковый путь - Пьеса

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PIECE
Sl. Baronenko A.
Moose. Lionel, Voroshilov Ya

I sometimes hear someone else's breath
In the distant sky, to tighten become blue haze.
The play, whose we do not know the name,
So we call destiny recklessly.

We will stop the movement of loops and needles.
Each of us at least once prepared an escape,
But makeup dripping tears and kakpaet with people -
Snow pours from the sky. Who ordered this snow?

Doll I - who will answer this question?
With this scaffold can not see flashy billboards.
It remains for me to ask only the spectator, but
You remain silent ...

So my way of duty is unknown final.
I would see the signal director in the mist!
This is the wrong word, the author wrote them.
Wind-prompter whispered them to me.