Текст песни Евгений Росс - закурить замолчать и послушать как плачут дожди

The dying fire in the night , my - my loneliness ,
Starting the day and said the cuckoo year
And again, I hear a voice from heaven like the prophesied
I have to go to get back here .

Drop ukroyus and leaves in a white birch grove ,
The spirit of their native land hmeleya breathed deeply .
It runs through the wind and kolnёt heart like a splinter ,
I went back home to his childhood , to his silence.