Текст песни Стаховски Серж - Березин Михаил - Тополя pilot

In our old courtyards
We gave friends
No bird in the hand,
And from the sky crane.

Film frames days
I spun the Earth.
Only now grown
Since then, poplar.

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What a pity...
Do not return to us year.
And from the children's fun
Not a trace left.
Not a trace left.

What a pity...
Scattered friends
Only in our backyard
All poplars.
All poplars.

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In our old courtyards
And comfort and rest.
And Galda kids,
We are meeting with you.

You and cheerful and brave,
On a swing flying,
Just fluff circled,
Faded poplar.

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What I had not told -
Life is not smooth flooring.
I loved her
With eighteen years of age.

She had hundreds of cases,
And another family.
Just fluff circled,
Faded poplar.

Chorus: -----------------
What a pity...
Do not return to us year.
And from the children's fun
Not a trace left.
Not a trace left.

What a pity...
Scattered friends
Only in our backyard
All poplars.
All poplars.

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June 7, 2009

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