Текст песни Светлана Сурганова и оркестр - Горе по небу

Woe to the sky

Woe to the sky walks ,
Mount floats in the sky -
autumn is not words,
Black bird calls .
I came to you , my dear,
I have come to tell you :
& quot; no separation, no nettles
I will light your decorating & quot ;.
I executed for their loyalty .
I hear the bells ringing .
My pleasure, Your Grace,
You take my bow .
Waiting is no limit ,
weekdays gray no end.
Here we go on the planet
you alone and I'm alone.

09/04/1991