Lyrics К. Шульженко - О чем шептал мне старый сад

I whisper something garden
Dropping your outfit
And the stars are all in a row
Something is ringing me
I touch the branches with my shoulder -
They sigh
But who will tell me
What about what?

I whisper something garden
As if meeting glad
Stand benches in a row
And they say too
About something over the creek
I blew the wind
But who will tell me
What about what?

Probably waiting for flowers
When you come to them,
And about you alone
Rustling foliage around
(Your steps rustle,
Now I know,
What was whispering to me
My old garden.) 2p.