Текст песни Владимир Асмолов - Вечер жизни

Evening of life

App .: Vladimir Asmolov
It's so cold on the ground today
And love has almost burned out
Only a spark glimmers in the ash,
Sorry.
Only the wind is cold no, no
Yes, throw up dry sheets
Or torn pieces of newspaper
Into the fires!

Throw something into my fire sometimes
I want to burn as hot as then
On the days of our first dates and partings,
A friend of mine.
I ask you do it for me
Otherwise we will freeze without fire
Into this endless
Winter evening
Evening of life!

My glass is almost empty, look
And pour me some wine ...
I don't want to sober up with love
His.
Because they are beautiful
Distortions of the drink of love
Like distant constellations of lights
They.