Текст песни Иваси - Флюгер моих ветров

Weathervane my wind
Arrow tin
my ways Threads
To plot easily.
Rose my wind
Too much constant -
Blowing one there,
Blows the other here.

Tears wet my
Bute angrier cheeks,
Every autumn leaf
Crying in my yard.
Tears wet my
Certainly have
The maximum in September,
The maximum in September.

Rivers my hopes
So are deep in May ...
Is Well I guilty
The fact that from year to year
Rivers of my hopes,
Poobmelev, fall
In the sea of ​​my worries,
In the sea of ​​my worries.

Apparently, my climate
Very continental.
Who will manage to me
The right to give a forecast,
What awaits me in the year -
Joy il sadness,
Does the heat waiting for me,
Does cold waiting for me ...