Текст песни Loyko - Gypsy Time

And the poplars leave -
but the trace of their lake is bright.

And the poplars leave -
but they leave us the wind.

And the wind will be silent at night
trimmed with black crepe.

But the wind will leave an echo
floating down the rivers.

And the world of fireflies will flood
and the past will sink in it.

And a tiny heart
will open in the palm of your hand.