Текст песни Городинец Сергей - Сорвет последний лист с березы ветер

Picks the last leaf birch wind
Just Play circling, left to die
I'm sorry to lose the paint perfection
I keep putting it in your notebook
This is a dried leaf, rejoices memory
Breathe in the wonderful scent of the leaves
But what about the millions of leaves
What the wind left to die
And in life we ​​live for the sake of
Finding love, we try to save
And the rest, without the pain of regret th
His disdain at times ready to burn
Perhaps no contempt to indifference
Not understanding the feelings and appreciating
We often hurt others
His only interests to preserve
Do not cherish, do not appreciate those who are near
Kohl did not hurt us, do not understand the other
Sometimes feelings mix with dirt
Strange, for the sake of their
And the pain is not the pain and the tears do not regret at all
Cold indifference often ruin
Friends, friends and thousands of people
And very often those we love
I do not pity the broken hearts out for us
I do not feel sorry for the tears that spilled over the years
But the main thing for us that only we
They do not cry the first night did not suffer
And indifference fills the soul
Calculation of the cold, the heart like a stone
About souls forgetting to always close
Himself loved to love, we beseech
© Sergey Gorodinets
Book & quot; Trying to like & quot; The international code for books ISBN 978-966-136-138-5