Текст песни Игорь Лазарев - Песня Радости

It is in September left home in pursuit of short summer
When the cold wind blew, the tops of the pines pulling.
Worn out three pairs of shoes to escape from him for light
And did not find any light, nor summer, nor myself

I go and collect all of their land
The cries of cranes, the smell of flowers and herbs
He was ready to bypass the whole earth
To find a song of joy

In April, he came home on uneven gait needles
And silence fell on the grass, hands covering his face
She floated among the branches above his head shiftless
And carries a big river with streams rang

The song was all that he collected
In the eyes of the young fire glow
Drops of amber on the sea sand
Golden Fire in a white cloud

And I closed my notebook
And the dial approached
It's time to finish writing -
At this time, all is well here.