Михаил Лиманский - Красные Листья
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The griff of my guitar
The heart is disturbed and hurts
Maybe she is tired
The string does not rinse before
On maple outside the window is burning
Foliage in early October
And in that fire to the trips burning
How cooked my whole life

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Red leaves
Fucking on the branches
They will be carried away soon by cold
Red leaves
They don't know
The fact that they will never meet spring

I recall the edge harsh again
Yes, the years that I divided with the taiga
I seem like a blue -toe
Again returned to the land of his native
The last time flew like a wind
Here is the house, gate and threshold
But no one met me there
Just creaked on the door of the castle

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Then in the tavern I am until dawn
Drowned both grief and sadness
Yes, I did not notice that summer
Rushed irrevocably into the distance
The guitar fell silent
Probably no more strength
But once I helped out
When I asked her

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