Why is that a Russian birch noise?
Why belostvolnye all understand?
We roads are leaning against the wind,
And the foliage is so sad throw.
I'll go on the road, I'm glad expanse,
Maybe it's just everything I know in life.
Why so sad leaves flying,
Caress the soul under his shirt?
Chorus:
And at the heart of the once-hot hot
And again, and again, no response.
A leaflet with fallen birch on his shoulder,
He's like me, pulled away from the branches.
Loss:
Sit on the track, my dear, you and I,
You understand, I'll be back, do not worry, it is not necessary.
The old woman will wave his hand in farewell,
And for me, the gate will close.
Why is that a Russian birch noise?
Why so good harmonica playing?
The fingers on the buttons of the wind will fly at once,
And the last, oh, sinks ...
Chorus (2x):
And at the heart again hot-hot,
And again, and again, no response.
A leaflet with birch trees fell on his shoulder,
He's like me, pulled away from the branches.