Текст песни Наталья Быстрова - Скорбь облетевших тополей

Grief leafless poplars
We promise the mud and the cold.
Last Leaf silently circling
Between raucous seizures branches.
Do not let your God in the eyes of the beloved
See for a moment a single
Grief leafless poplars.
How lonely forest rustles.
In its most crude gloomy
That sound wistful and plaintive,
It was like a pain in the soul conceals.
Not God forbid you under a warm roof
Among his friends heard
How lonely forest rustles.
It lit a fire in a night steppe
Vengeance burns, a friend of the wind,
But the fire is no longer needed:
Cool off, the travelers left.
Do not let your God, do not let your God
Suddenly the fire to be like.
It lit a fire in a night steppe ...