Текст песни Галина Хомчик - Посвящение Вере Матвеевой

Vladimir Kutuzov

And when spring will fall
As a dream to the yard,
And winter vector wall
Falls in the wind
On the verge of love
Morning of the first thunder
And burning over the earth
Golden drops.

I'm not shouting blue
Playing rays?
Isn't you, my head,
Maybe in the night?
On the verge of trouble
In the Far Song Spill
Doesn't you care
And carries fire?

And when spring will fall
As a dream to the yard,
And winter vector wall
Falls in the wind
On the verge of love
Morning of the first thunder
And burning over the earth
Golden drops.
On the verge of love
Morning of the first thunder
And flies above the earth
Golden drops.