Текст песни Дмитрий Ряхин - Последняя встреча

That's all, the last meeting,
That's all, trees like candles.
Dnogrite their foliage and squeezes their shiver,
And the fire is not moving gold, you will not return.

If faith is not, then love burns,
And only bitter smoke saves,
Soon the first snow
Your last trail will notice, notice.

That's all, the last song.
That's all, not to be together
Caught rain, hail fell,
And the term has come, has come,
The nightingale of our garden lashed, laid.

If faith is not, then love burns,
And only bitter smoke saves,
Soon the first snow
Your last trail will notice, notice.