Текст песни Елена Бушуева - Старая липа

Elena Bushueva
OLD LINDEN

Old linden tree at the Ponds
All had spread.
I did not listen to their elders,
No, I did not want to.

I ran on the ice drifts,
On masquerades.
I write in the morning - sunrise,
By night - sunsets.

I just became unbearable,
Khamila often.
I did not like to listen to adults,
No, I did not like.

Every winged (probably sooner)
I admired.
I was forbidden to distant lands -
I rested.

I have grown strong wings,
Legs tired.
But do not let the bird in Civil,
No, not allowed.

I have forgotten how the theme of separation,
Politely he sang,
For the former heaven stretched hands
And he flew away.
...............
You'd be forgiven for not asking
Silly question,
If you knew how I am tired
Living among adults.

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