Текст песни Евгений Дятлов - Капризная, упрямая

Moody, stubborn,
You are made of roses.
I'm older than you, my child,
I am ashamed of my tears.

Moody, stubborn,
Oh, how I love you!
Last spring, my,
I pray one thing:

& quot; Go away, go away, go away ... & quot;

You whisper mysteriously:
& quot; Oh, boy gray!
You are my only
You are so alone! & Quot;

And enchanted tale,
I myself awake,
And in the fall Bound,
I keep telling one:

& quot; Do not lie, do not lie, do not lie ... & quot;

You are bright, radiant,
With a smile on his lips.
And if the truth is clear,
Holy in those words.

I rejected all doubts
Whim I forgive you,
And the life of its autumn
You will be happy to give:

& quot; Take, take, take ... & quot;