Текст песни Канунников - Алёшин - Падала капель

Falling drops

Music: Sergei Kanunnikov
Lyrics: Sergey Kanunnikov


Falling drops.
Spring begged my home,
Bony brush willow branches
Scratch the glass.
Flocked watercolor
Creek, ultramarine blue,
With tops Dall churches
With paving pavement ...

As if I had seen it all once, but erased the traces.
It's true naughty unreliable memory.

How to go so early in the summer lightning
Count the windmills.
I was lucky to be in the heart of the wounded
Maid.
What gave - that they do not know,
Gift the bright flame burns in his chest.
Oh, you're the night, but the night white
Zori red ...

Burning beacon,
Craft flashlights in the dark,
Hold on a rock
Insurance behind.
I read the letter,
Hand guide in blindness,
Vela in pitch darkness
Polar Star.

In the summer drought - hitting the key from rancid land
In the cold of winter - an unexpected shelter.

I whisper dark oak forest,
How do you live the far shore,
Bring news of a proud eagle
From the North.
Will enchant the waves caressing
Soothsayer - the river is wide,
Tumbleweed, renderings,
Murmurings ...

There is not enough separation of bitterness,
At rival in love malice, envy.
In any sadness joy ... I will answer
Joy ...