Иван-Кайф - Птица на твоём плече
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In spring, birch trees get married.
Like light sadness, slow snow melts.
Even birds somehow fly in a new way,
Because the century has recently ended.

But, walking the streets, not yet warmed
Half -sunny sun by unclear warmth,
I always remember not winter, not summer,
And fallen leaves and rain outside the window ...

After all, I love autumn ... I miss in the fall ...
When the leaves tremble in the wind, and the mountain ash burns to the ground, like a candle.
When birds fly south ... fly away ...
But one remains with me to winter on your shoulder ...

This bird Leat where he wants
And at the same time always arrives home.
You wake me with the darkest night,
I will say where she is - she is next to me.

This bird is not a seagull, this bird is not a stork,
Not flamingos, not swan and not an owl;
I love these birds migratory flocks -
But there are a lot of them, and this one - one ...

And I love autumn ... I miss in the fall ...
When the leaves tremble in the wind, and the mountain ash burns to the ground, like a candle.
When birds fly south ... fly away ...
But one remains with me to winter on your shoulder ...

After all, I love autumn ... I miss in the fall ...
When the leaves tremble in the wind, and the mountain ash burns to the ground, like a candle.
When birds fly south ... fly away ...
But one remains to winter with me - the one on your shoulder ...