God will forgive you , goodbye , I will not return there ,
And all will be somewhere in the ring ,
Meanwhile, from Lenin to Spring ,
So many thoughts, so many opinions
You remember everything from beginning to end ,
It is not worth the tears on the porch in the ring ,
Understand over time , and from Lenin to Spring ,
The sun comes up , you hear , believe me ...
Well that's all like , why so difficult?
He, she , they lived ...
The skin shiver , though it's all in the past,
And now we, too, just the opposite ,
And underfoot earth and asphalt with puddles ,
Maybe even a little bit , but no, will only get worse
And then spring replaces winter cold
And honestly I 'm glad that I would not be worse
Yes where much worse? And when he finished his ,
She tells him that there will be nothing ,
But just about everything but just too late ,
Says it all , but at the very drain tears
And while the morning on the phone display ,
And they have a minute and seven steps to the doorphone
She leaves and comes back, vryatli wait ,
Go down the elevator and presses the fifth.
And he's one below and behind only the truth,
No plans for today and with no plans for tomorrow,
One road , but a short way ,
Forget it, they just can not come back ,
Do not bring them back and return those kisses,
What is left in the rainy June
Then it will all fall to regret it ,
After all, her life with him this last summer,
And someone, somewhere, and spring and we did not,
They dreamed and where now his dream
They simply do not have , just do not call on Wednesday,
Just forget it , just so it would be better
And all over again, these dark weekdays,
Other people , other people's fate,
Well that's all , that's the fifteenth school
A more yards to the twenty-eighth .
