Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Летит по аллеям листва

Fly through the alleys of the foliage,
Did not find a place.
Here also, probably, and we
These alleys rustling.
And only in the garden city
There have brass bands.
Why blow from itself
Through the pipe remnants of the soul?

I curled up in the trunk -
Maple leaf in birch.
You - the tree, too, and I -
Same as your children.
And these bands in the garden -
Shivering with cold air,
Which is easy to crucify us,
But seriously split.

Perhaps our love
It was not love, and posture.
For the love of trees and foliage,
Who next rustling.
And only a maple leaf
There is a growing on the bank ...
In the garden blown orchestras
Through the tube rests the soul.