10. Стас Михайлов - Ветер-бродяга
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The foliage turned yellow, fell to the ground
Paints of sadness, the grass began to play
I look through the rain, in mirror puddles
Autumn coolness, the whole city is cold

And the wind of a tramp, knocked on the house
I opened the doors, you called myself a friend
You saw the wind, distant Dali
And what about my heart, you will say hardly

I'm sad that I fall asleep again
With hope for a meeting, I see for days
Cold autumn, sometimes inclement
I will meet that wind and the one that is beautiful

And the wind of a tramp, knocked on the house
I opened the doors, you called myself a friend
You saw the wind, distant Dali
And what about my heart, you will say hardly

And the wind of a tramp, knocked on the house
I opened the doors, you called myself a friend
You saw the wind, distant Dali
And what can you say hard with my heart
And what about my heart,
And what about my heart
And what about my heart, you will say hardly