Lyrics Володя Юрковский - Они расстались на расвете

In the last drop of urban anguish,
On the threshold of autumn and at the end of summer,
On the ground, sheets fell,
In a foreign country, from another's sky.

She went into a cozy house,
Coat hung on the wall,
She sat down with a mug of coffee outside the window,
She stirred the foam with a spoon.

It all began twenty years ago.
Everything was simple and reliable.
His breath, a warm look,
Flowers, smiles, the smell of the skin.

Then nobody was needed!
All by yourself, all together in the world,
But time has taken its toll.
They parted at dawn.

Now here ... Gray hair,
It is painted a little with paint.
From her husband hides drops of tears,
Curses the children in vain.

All! Life has developed!
What to say?! Good house,
Family, Europe ...
Work, the city outside the window,
Only in the heart there is not someone ...

She found that phone number.
And at the same time in Russia scored.
Hooters ... Hooters ... Anxiety is in my soul!
But here he is! Waited!

And in a moment all thoughts were showered ...
"How did you die?" How ?! Where!?
He died somewhere near Algeria ...
Nobody knows how or where.
- But how is it? When was it?
Only twenty years ago.

The old mother was a little tearful,
But she continued to continue.

He loved you so much, Svetlana!
He wanted to tell you so much,
What can not live!
And that it's not too late to start all over again,
That he could not understand your quarrel.

Then he had to fly on a business trip.
Everything is urgent, as if in a war ...
And I already then by mail,
I read about the death of my son in print on a letter.

It all began twenty years ago.
Everything was simple and reliable.
His breath, a warm look,
Flowers, smiles, the smell of the skin.

Then nobody was needed!
All by yourself, all together in the world,
But time has taken its toll.
They parted at dawn.