Текст песни Михаил Лиманский - Красные Листья

The neck of my guitar is dry
Heart and pain
Maybe she is tired
The string does not ring as before
Burning on a maple outside the window
Foliage in early october
And in that fire, it burns to the ground
Like a coal my whole life

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Red leaves
On the branches burn
They will soon be carried away into the cold
Red leaves
They don’t know
That they will never meet spring

Again I remember the edge of the harsh
Yes, the years that he shared with the taiga
I'm like a postal dove
He returned to his native land again
Last time flew like the wind
Here is the house, the gate and the threshold
But no one met me there
Only the castle creaked on the door

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Then in the tavern I until dawn
Stoked and sorrow and sorrow
Yes, I didn’t notice that summer
Rushed irrevocably into the distance
The guitar was silent
Probably no more strength
But when she once rescued
When I asked her to sing

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