Lyrics Барбарики - Пой мальчик,пой

In the autumn park, as if not a soul
The boy plays the guitar
What he sings about quietly, about what the soul sings
I barely understand the words
In the voice of a shiver, you look like me
Soul and heart

Sing, boy, sing
A cold hand strike the strings
Sing, boy, sing
About my sorrow, about my love

Let the wind whirl the fallen leaves
They fall under my feet
There's nowhere to hurry today
No one waits for me
Now no one is waiting for me
In the voice of a shiver, you look like me
Soul and heart

Sing, boy, sing
A cold hand strike the strings
Sing, boy, sing
About my sorrow, about my love