Singer: Lev Leshchenko

And the battle is going again,
And the heart of anxiety in his chest.
And Lenin is so young
And the young in October ahead!


Lion Leshenko going again Boukreev cityboy

That friendship comrade has carried on the waves
We bread a top crust and that half-and-half
Since the wind and the avalanche song avalanche -
You half and me half.

Don't cry, little girl, will pass rains,
The soldiers will come back, just you wait.
Let away your true friend,
The love in the world stronger than separations.

I can't look when you cry,
When you are rattling slender shoulders.
You are to me so much in life that matter
When you cry, then it doesn't.
And again, your heart will tremble and clogged,
And I feel for the sharpness of reproach.
And what else should I do?
Since the heart is, they say, not a stone.

How immensely it, the attraction of the Earth,
The gravity field and the sad willows.
All the roads we passed in childhood.
And roads that have to be overcome.
There are mountains high, where the river spacious.
There the winds are flying about the country road dust.
We are the children of the Galaxy, but most importantly,
We are your children, dear Earth.

Here I am again, a letter you write.
In the smoke of a fire, taiga's cheerful noise.
Night concert of two old,
Two old guitars.
And miles of the mighty cedars,
Dawn dawn fire.
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Write me a letter, at least two lines only.
I sometimes read could.
To sing about love just for the soul.
Write me a letter, at least one write!

Favorite women come to us springs.
They are unexpected - as rain or snow.
Favorite women come to us with stars
When we open one among all.
Favorite women never grow old,
From them we leave to meet again.
Favorite women performed ordinances:
They can be solved, it is impossible to solve.

Ringing in the ears a dashing music of attack
Or rather give the ball pass harder hit.
And everything is in order, if only on the court
Magnificent five and the goalkeeper.
A harsh battle is ice team,
We believe the courage of desperate guys.
In hockey real men play,
The coward does not play hockey!
The coward does not play hockey!

From the fields, carried away the sadness,
The soul takes away the anxiety
Ahead life only Dahl,
Hopeful human way.

Where the month of the tale dogging
Where in the green wilds of the wind murmurs,
Grove the Nightingale is,
White birch grove.
There on a thin pink branches
In the thickets of bird cherry scented
The Russian Nightingale, sweet bird,
Opens his song with a whistle.

Promises to be a long spring,
Waiting for the choicest grain of the land,
And I live in the good land
For myself and for the guy.
I the severity of such a hump
But otherwise can't live, if
All calls to me his voice
All sounds in the song.

Today I am to dusk will rise.
On the broad pass field...
Something with my memory was,
All that was not me - remember.
Beat dozhdinki cheeks sunken,
For the universe twenty years is a little
Even I was not familiar with the guy
The promised: "I'll be back, mom!"

Do you remember, was floating in the sky
And it just suddenly died two stars?
But now it is clear to me,
It was me and you.

Farewell, from all train stations
Go to distant lands.
Farewell, we part forever
Under the white sky of January.
Goodbye, and don't promise nothin',
And don't say anything
And to understand my sadness
In the ground.