Текст песни СветЛана Копылова2 - Путь домой

1
Flocks of birds are carried away.
Autumn-sorrow comes to us
Only I do not want to be sad,
It will be easier to forget everything
So as not to part with a dream.
And in the world how many roads?
Do not know the alarms.
I thought it was simple.
Find your way through the stars
Only without saying goodbye to you!

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Tears bore on my shoulder
Who will tell me why?
The wind brought
At parting words,
I can hardly hear them
Such a bright sadness
My eyes are dazzling
And drops on the threshold
Well, let
I'll go back.
Only the last sheet
The road will die in the dust
And I'll be back

Tears birch on my cheek
I'm going forward naked
The wind brought
The smell of Russian fields;
Heart beats faster
When
My native land
Rain with snow meets me
Yearning
I was entangled in my chest
The rain cries blind
Where the path ends,
My long journey and I'll be back home.

2
The south wind strokes me,
And in the heart of the birch are noisy,
And the weeping of these native heavens,
Became more expensive than me all the wonders,
And asphalt of the city, and smog
I managed to escape from the winter.
But the voice inside me does not stop,
Turning dreams into smoke,
He calls the rain oblique.
You will find the way home among all roads ..

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