О. Игнатьева - Бильбо
текст песни

The sun is burning outside the window
And in the room - the hearth;
I remember the past
About bright summer days,

Which are left forever,
Like those flowers in the fields,
That they bloomed cheerfully in the summer
And in the fall of their

We dispelled the vete
Above the stick of foliage,
And the cobwebs were stubborn
Her furious layer ...

I think the former about life -
And about flowering years,
When it is in the winter
Snow will fall asleep the trace

My most careful worries
And reached the undertaking,
And the MIP is in the same way
For future people.

I remember the past
But by a seeter - at the doors,
Hopefully meet the corner
Feeling a lot.