Ярослав Сумишевский и Кристина Дудина - Как жизнь без весны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Like life without spring, spring without foliage, Foliage without a thunderstorm and a thunderstorm without lightning, So the years are boring without the right of love to fly to your silent call or moan. So the years are boring without the right of love to fly to your silent call or moan. Alas, you cannot predict trouble, Call me, I will deflect the blow. Let me give my head for it myself, It’s not for me to guess about the price, my love. Our roads of love are not easy, But white moss and clover are kind to us. The nightingales are full of happy melancholy, And the springs are generous, returning to the north to us. The nightingales are full of happy melancholy, And the springs are generous, returning to the north to us. The earth, where there are so many separations, will suddenly marry us Because we are faithful to the birds of spring, We can hear them even in winter, my beloved. The earth, where there are so many separations, will suddenly marry us Because we are faithful to the birds of spring, We can hear them even in winter, my beloved. “Copied from the site www.karaoke.ru”