Текст песни Владимир Саповский - Прости - прощай

Circling autumn silver
And we are still with you together
Back in my hand your hand.
As if the leaves in the wind
Fucked down flying to the bottom.
Blurry with the rain our castle from the sand.

Forgive me forgive, the stars went out,
And we didn't find the necessary words
To tell each other about love.
Forgive forgive, everything is too late.
Our inaccurate novel
Autumn flips fog.
Sorry, goodbye.

Silent about something leaf fall,
You will smile not in the poppha.
We are only no longer together.
In the shower tired of longing,
Burn unnecessary bridges
We will no longer save your love.