Текст песни Аленушка Легкая - Она всегда ему принадлежала

It always belonged to him,
but he had not remembered those eyes.
Skvozyaschie minutes devoted
forgotten a hundred thousand times futile.

She had been saving carefully the years,
Dried roses, hid in a notebook.
And I know that under this firmament
He threaded the life aimlessly Vietnamese ...

She he never wrote.
No news, no quiet ring.
Memories timidly packing
in boxes in closed attics.

He had forgotten it - so quickly, so easily.
And do not whine about it on the moon.
He had forgotten it. He did not remember anything.
But he knew - she belongs to him.

... Notepad filled tight petals.
Pages pale, rumpled random and at random.
It always belonged to him.
And he, not remembering what was something alive ...