Lyrics Бардовская песня - где-то летал

Along the pavement, seeing in front of you
Counter, flanked
You are perforated, clean and straight
Exhaling the taste of mango
Silver of winter, gold of mirrors
I understood everything, I did not become a boy
Laughter burned children's bell
From the yellow banks of the Ganges

somewhere flew flying flew
did not let fall the aroma of coffee
above me is a golden portal
recovered rose and a candle again I

Who did not indulge, who tolerated and waited
Vryatli remembers the word if
Swan behind the back of the first races singing
The best song of yours