Текст песни 15. Аня Воробей - После зоны

Taking the crook of an old tree
And hang the bag on his shoulder
Popletus I , where the field nemerenno
On the ground, where hot feet
And the puddles painfully cold
The grass silky in the dew
Oh , freestyle , volyushka - will
Where , so easily , we lived all

Not counting any days or godochkov
On the fence , not looking Tupe
Where so fast suddenly grown daughter
Where the death , believed loss
And now everything is lost immediately
And dream no longer want
And harder , only one phrase :
& quot; Yes, come to me , loneliness & quot; ...