Саша Кушнарёва - Тонкий ручеёк
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June will warm again
So much so that it's hard to breathe
From early morning
The mercury column at
Metka is plus twenty-five
The rays merge in the stream
A fountain: water from top to bottom
In the hot summer smog
Every stream seeks new life
A thin stream runs, trying
Would like, but couldn't, like a mountain river
The sun tries to dry it up
If I leave, let it be remembered
A thin stream will dive under a pebble
Underground it will find familiar paths
The tree behind it is now married
Green hands reach to the sky
There is no point, no matter how you look at it
Walking into hell without faith
You know, dear friend
We risk suddenly evaporating along the way
There are people like streams
With the dreams of a mountain river
Let everyone find their own tree
Despite! In spite of it!
A thin stream runs, trying
It would, but couldn't, like a mountain river
The sun tries to dry it up
If I leave, then do it in a way that will be remembered
A thin stream will dive under a pebble
Underground it will find familiar paths
The tree behind it is now married
Green hands reach to the sky

A thin stream runs, trying
It would, but couldn't, like a mountain river
The sun tries to dry it up
If I leave, then do it in a way that will be remembered
A thin stream will dive under a pebble
Underground it will find familiar paths
The tree behind it is now married
Green hands reach to the sky