Текст песни Дмитрий Ёлкин - Вослед уходящей сказке

Ages canvas
He wore pale colors,
And, picking up speed
With each passing day, rushing life,
But die tales
And we live in ...
While still living.
And we live in,
Not noticing,
It is no longer in the wood
Hut one
Where the old devil
We were treated to tea,
A song sung
Shaggy house.

Where the old crows
On the branches of the oak
I greet the dawn,
Squinting eyes,
Where the old always
It seemed new,
Always ... and the first,
And the last time.
Last time,
When the road is our
Distance beckoned
The set of undertakings,
Two fabulous
Sad character
We silently
carried to the door.

Someday
We shall find this forest,
But it will be too late -
Piled oaks,
At the site of the house
Getting cold ashes,
Around grow
Cloudberry and mushrooms.
So they turned to dust
And the canvas and paint,
But in real life
It was all very different ...
Over the horizon,
There, where the fairy tale disappeared,
Wander sad
Goblin with houses.