Текст песни Фристаил - На качелях - то вверх,то вниз

Hopelessly covered with foliage
 All the paths of an empty garden,
 Like someone painted love
 In the color of separation and leaf fall.

 This garden gave us love, -
 Happiness was eternal then.
 And under the stars we are until dawn
 On the swings with you swayed.

 On the swing, it's up and down -
 We threw ourselves to flowers and stars!
 These days we can not return:
 Too late, too late!

 Our love will not forgive us,
 What to save it could not!
 We no longer soar with you
 On a swing, on a swing ...

 Again the rain is pouring unseemly,
 Wiping the marks forever ...
 You already will not come to the old garden:
 Nothing to return, I know ...

 I'm not waiting for you on the bench
 In this gloomy, rainy evening,
 And the empty swings in the garden
 The wind shakes with indifference ...

 On the swing, it's up and down -
 We threw ourselves to flowers and stars!
 These days we can not return:
 Too late, too late!

 Our love will not forgive us,
 What to save it could not!
 We no longer soar with you
 On a swing, on a swing ...

 On the swing, it's up and down -
 We threw ourselves to flowers and stars!
 These days we can not return:
 Too late, too late!

 Our love will not forgive us,
 What to save it could not!
 We no longer soar with you
 On a swing, on a swing ...