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Highly covered with foliage
All the paths of the empty garden,
Like someone painted love
In the color of separation and leaf fall.

This garden gave us love, -
Happiness then seemed to be eternal.
And under the stars we are to dawn
They swing with you on a swing.

On the swing - now up, then down, -
We were thrown to flowers and stars!
We can’t return these days:
Too late, too late!

Love will not forgive us for
That they could not save her!
We no longer soar with you
On a swing, on a swing ...

Furious rain flows again,
Rinfects irrevocably ...
You will not come to the old garden:
Nothing to return, I know ...

I'm not waiting for you on a bench
This gloomy, rainy evening
And empty swing in the garden
The wind shakes indifferently ...

On the swing - now up, then down, -
We were thrown to flowers and stars!
We can’t return these days:
Too late, too late!

Love will not forgive us for
That they could not save her!
We no longer soar with you
On a swing, on a swing ...

On the swing - now up, then down, -
We were thrown to flowers and stars!
We can’t return these days:
Too late, too late!

Love will not forgive us for
That they could not save her!
We no longer soar with you
On a swing, on a swing ...