Текст песни Игорь Слуцкий - Думы мои, думы

* My Thoughts * DUMA
muses. I.Slutsky - Art. SAEsenin
(Entry 2 times)
1
Duma my thoughts, pain in the temples and the crown
I squandered youth, without pores, with no time
How come it was so, I do not understand
At night, a tough pad to press my heart
How come it was so, I do not understand
At night, a tough pad to press my heart
Loss: 1 times
2
Leisya song calls, pour trill sad
In the darkness, it seems to me, sweet embrace
Outside, the harmonica and the radiance of the month
I only know my dear, I never meet
Ah, love Kalinushka, the blood, the dawn of wintergreen
As an old guitar and the song is new
Loss:
3
Drink, sing in his youth, beat in life without a miss
Anyway ottsvetёt favorite bird cherry
Ottsvёl I do not know where drunkenness is that it slaveli
In his youth, he loved, and now left