Текст песни 15. Аня Воробей - После зоны

Taking the crook of an old tree
And hang the bag on his shoulder
Popletus I , where the field nemerenno
On the ground , where hot feet
And painfully cold puddles
According silky grass in the dew
Oh , freestyle , volyushka - will
Where so easily , we lived all

Not counting any days or godochkov
On the fence, did not look Tupe
Where so quickly , suddenly grown daughter
Where the death , loss of thought
And now all is lost once
And dream no longer want
And harder , only one sentence:
& quot; Yes, come to me , loneliness & quot; ...