Текст песни 04.Душа Тишины - Роща золотая

Golden grove
Birch, cheerful language
The cranes, sadly flying,
I do not regret more about anyone.
Whom I? After all, everyone in the world wanderer
Will take place, will go again and leave the house.
Of all the dreams gone Konoplyanik
With a wide month over the blue pond.
Stand alone among bare plains,
A crane carries the wind in the distance,
I am full of thoughts of youth fun
But nothing in the past I'm not sorry.
Do not pity me years wasted in vain,
Do not pity the soul purple flowers.
In the garden, lit a fire mountain ash,
But no one can warm it.
Not obgorite rowan brush
Yellowing of the grass will not get lost.
As the tree drops quietly leaves,
So I drop my sad left.
And if the time to partition the wind,
Raked them all in one unnecessary com.
Let's just say ... that golden grove
Dissuaded nice language.