Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Все. Завтра я повешусь

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Tomorrow morning I'll hang myself
Where noise green oaks,
Not for the sake of honor and glory,
And just hung up and die.

Then, perhaps, a pioneer Muscovite,
Timurovets and young ranger,
Will beat me a sign: & quot; There hangs
Avilov Dmitry & quot ;.

Maybe wicked gardener
I will take on your site,
That I frequent attacks from the birds'
Protect the Master's garden.

Perhaps weary pilgrim
In the shadow of my lie down to rest,
On a hot afternoon interrupting path
We were together a lot keep silent.

Designed as if on his own,
Wind shaking to the beat of foot,
So I'll hang his way
In harmony with nature and with themselves.
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