Текст песни Голубые Молнии - Тополиный пух

Again the white fluff near the poplars is spinning,
How hard it is for me to be served without your love
Poplar has opened branches over the blue river,
Where are you now, thinking of whom, honey?

The machine is in the hand, we carry our sadness in ourselves,
Day after day is flowing in the autumn
And someday the "demobilization" in January will come true,
And in the winter we slowly walk through the streets.

And someday with sadness and longing we remember
Our squad is native and the tents are all dusty,
And someday the "demobilization" in January will come true,
And in the winter we slowly walk through the streets.

Again the white fluff near the poplars is spinning,
How hard it is for me to be served without your love
Poplar has opened branches over the blue river,
Where are you now, thinking of whom, honey ...