А.Иванов - Грешной души печаль
текст песни

Sinful soul is sad
I am waiting for tears and longing in the fall
Like dividends, an investor
I am a cloudy of cloudy days
The captive of mental torment
And against the tact, there on the corner
The shoe -man was again caught
In the rhythm of rain, catching a second
Erased knocked out the heel

And, flying around with foliage, like a poplar,
I looked into the mirrors of trembling puddles
And I realized why one day Gogol
Burned the second volume of dead souls
With the last cry of a lone bird
I rushed along the highway like a mistral
And from the speakers poured in a stream
Sinful soul is sad

Life in my purse is warming
It lied in it
Waiting for his publication,
To enter the treasury.
Wet through and rain knocks
Like a drum
Autumn will come and force the poet
Blues to sing a string