Текст песни Александр Дольский - Апрель

I did not leave on a fine day,
Not in the rain and not in a blizzard
Not long ago gone, but still
I found my April today.
And he wrote: "You know, mom,
Here is the extreme north, the edge is harsh
And my April is so stubborn -
He does not melt from warm words ... "

Chorus:
Where are you, my April, an early thunderstorm,
Late drops, gray eyes?
All that is given to me is to walk on the earth,
All seek one and not find.

But only frosty nights
I began to ask: "Well tai you, tay!" -
How April murmured in streams
And turned into the month of May.
But I don’t need May at all,
After all, I wanted to find April,
And here again in May puddles
I have to go somewhere.

Where are you, my April, an early thunderstorm,
Late drops, gray eyes?
All that is given to me is to walk on the earth,
All seek one and not find.

Already a lot of roads covered
Through sunrises and dew,
And I write, "You know, mom,
I love the summer thunderstorm. "
But here thunderstorm came out laughing,
And I’m not expecting another one
There is so little fun on earth
And I'm not following him ...

Where are you, my April, an early thunderstorm,
Late drops, gray eyes?
All that is given to me is to walk on the earth,
All seek one and not find.

Birches groan like mermaids
Entangled in the winds,
And the winds on the green sled
They sing and cry in hundreds of mouths.
The wind blows all the fogs
Wait a little longer -
I'll write, "You know, mom,
I love autumn rains ... "

Where are you, my April, an early thunderstorm,
Late drops, gray eyes?
All that is given to me is to walk on the earth,
All seek one and not find.