Тимур Гатиятуллин - А ветер мои волосы обдувал - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And the wind is blowing my hair, my sun meets me with rays, the air will catch me and hugs me, and my sky, I have such as it takes. I'm still in practice, I breathe barely barely waiting until you want to take the spring drops I want everyone to have time, where is happiness in fact? Why around some snow-covered ate? I want birds to sing live voices so that my life was not only for the bands, and to God, I will reach my hands and give me someone to be waking up and how to honestly, and how I did not turn out to be at the bottom of the coffin Wood. Now, in fact, I believe the air who inhales that will never cry "Mother's native" I go to the wind meeting, I go to the meeting to fit and somewhere there is a new life, my new looming, and I still hope, what remains me? And wait until my confidence return to me. Chorus wind my hair blows up, and my sun meets me with rays, and the air will catch me and hugs me, and my sky is what I eat me. And the life of my tin, along the huts, in the basements, it was that good but there were so few. I gradually protruded the road, and how I received in life only God is visible. And our fabrics are their side and the boys were taught, but I remember how the conversation went to the conversation. Everyone remembers, did not forget what years were and how the bullets flew in my native village, then there was a salt, not to let the hay of pain and many of the vature of your honor there is punctured. Baryga Aunt Olya, fed the weighing Olya and so everything was if it were not for uncle pain. And how many guys went to heaven? I still keep in my heart. I have your voices, with you my heart and my soul, I love you as it loves the flame Anasha I take off high! In heaven, waiting for the white, strip in life. I will never forget the brotherhood! And those days will burn in the heart of Amen. And how many guys went to heaven? I still keep in my soul. Chorus wind my hair blows up, and my sun meets me with rays, and the air will catch me and hugs me, and my sky is what I eat me. I have what I have what I take. 25, spring, life is beautiful, outside the window April now I live in vain. On the chest hanging my semi month gold, you're not crying your relatives I will soon be, I'm with you! Alya Gitara sing, and take me with you, and in heaven! There for clouds! There for clouds!