Война и Мир - Дуб - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Old oak, the whole transfigured, spreading the tent of the juicy, dark green, meld, slightly silent in the rays of the evening sun. Neither the root fingers nor sores, nor old grief and distrust - nothing was visible. Through the centenary rigid bark made his way without bitch juicy, young leaves, so it was impossible to believe that this old man made them. "Yes, this is the same oak," said Prince Andrei, and suddenly found a unfortunate spring feeling of joy and updates. All the best minutes of his life suddenly at the same time remembered him. And the austerlitz with a high sky, and the dead crown of his wife, and Pierre on the ferry, and the girl who excited the beauty of the night, and this night, and the moon - and all this suddenly remembered him.