Текст песни Виктор Визбор - Милая моя

Music and Poems Yuri Victor

All our meetings of separation, alas, destined,
Quiet and sealing streams of amber pine.
The coils of the fire turned around the sorrow -
That ended everything, it's time to part.

Chorus (2 times):
My dear, Sunny Forest,
Where, in what edges will meet me?

The wings folded the tents - they are killed.
Wings dealt crawl sector - plane,
And quietly fighters a ladder from the wing -
So, indeed, the abyss of us lay.

Chorus.

Do not comfort me, I do not need words -
I would find that stream of amber pine,
Suddenly there in the fog blusted a piece of fire,
And the fire is expected, imagine me.

Chorus.

1973.