Na kryilechke tvoem kazhdyiy vecher vdvoem
Myi podolgu stoim i rasstatsya ne mozhem nikak,
"Do svidanya" skazhu, vozvraschus i hozhu,
Do rassveta hozhu mimo milyih okoshek tvoih,
Do rassveta hozhu mimo milyih okoshek tvoih.
I sadyi, i polya, i tsvetyi, i zemlya,
I glaza golubyie takie rodnyie tvoi
Ne ot solnechnyih dney, ne ot teplyih luchey
Rastsvetayut ot nashey goryachey i svetloy lyubvi,
Rastsvetayut ot nashey goryachey i svetloy lyubvi.
Esli nado proyti vse dorogi-puti,
Te, chto k schastyu vedut, ya proydu mne ih vek ne zabyit,
Ya lyublyu tebya tak, chto ne smozhesh nikak
Tyi menya nikogda, nikogda, nikogda, razlyubit.
Ya lyublyu tebya tak, chto ne smozhesh nikak
Tyi menya nikogda, nikogda, nikogda, razlyubit. |
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