Текст песни Вероника Долина - Автограф

When even though a line composed,
From you do not hide your student.
And that reading was even a small proc -
I love my read between the lines.

When you get tired of this reading,
My turn plaintive singing.
Stop postponing notebook!
Love between hear my music.

But you oppress and calls prose.
And here comes to life and rose blossoms -
The one that has faded in the last century,
But on the table until you are standing.

When tired my eyes become tired out,
Or maybe old age my mouth will cool,
Turns white and black curls,
And from corn germ proklyunetsya -

Let fate, mysterious biographer,
Leave me a single autograph.
Let them wander in the predawn darkness
My love - your shadow on Earth.