Текст песни Е.Климов - САВАН

1
My shroud of white stitched herbs
Under the single twinkling stars .
He lay and listened to the snowfall,
The last living memories .
Chorus:
My old friend , why we built a snowstorm ,
In deeds, words , and feelings of a sudden,
We have not been able to understand .
My dear friend , it sounds like a dream, like a hallucination .
Well, I North, you in the South,
Such life attraction.
2
On breath - the last " Goodbye "
And the snow flies from the lips to exhale.
Your words : "Do not forget "
I do not give a fly over the world.
Chorus .
© Evgeny Klimov / 1995 /