Текст песни Игорь Лазарев - Песня Радости

He left home in September, in pursuit of a short summer
When the cold wind blew, pulling the tops of the pines.
Trampled three pairs of shoes in the run away from myself for the light
And I found neither light, nor summer, nor myself

He walked on his land and collected
The cries of cranes, the smell of flowers and herbs
He was ready to go around the whole earth
To find your song of joy

In April, he came home with an uneven step on the needles
And silently collapsed on the grass, covering his face with his hands
She swam among the branches over a bad head
And rushing to the big river rang with streams

The song was all that he collected
In young eyes, the glow of the fire
Amber drops on the sea sand
Golden fire in a white cloud

And I closed my notebook
And came to the dial
It's time to finish writing -
This time everything is fine here.