Текст песни Иван Охлобыстин - Калитка

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How much can you look at the gate? I do not know ... I'm looking for two years and seven months. Now the end of March. From the window I can look in any weather. She will not come, I know. Because every time I see it coming: summer, she slowly opens it and goes on the path to the house, alternately dressed in gold, in the smoke, in the foliage; in the autumn it is on the same track and branches of apple trees caught her by the hair, and in the winter ... In the winter I do not see how it is in the garden, because it was dark, I only have time to notice a moving shadow among her slender counterparts in the snow.

In the spring to present the most difficult. Because…

Because if she really come?