Воровайки - Пой мальчик, пой
текст песни

In the autumn park, as if not a soul
The boy plays the guitar
What he sings quietly about, what the soul sings about
The words are barely clear to me
Trembling in your voice, you look like me
Soul and heart

Sing, boy, sing
Hitting with a hand hit the strings
Sing, boy, sing
About my sadness, about my love

Let the wind circle fallen leaves
They lie under my feet
There is nowhere to hurry today
No one is waiting for me
Now no one is waiting for me
Trembling in your voice, you look like me
Soul and heart

Sing, boy, sing
Hitting with a hand hit the strings
Sing, boy, sing
About my sadness, about my love