Song about a love story.
In September that the autumn was,
I have met you for the first time,
This miracle brown eyes,
Black hair dense.
This miracle brown eyes,
Black hair dense.
I breathed you and burnt,
I rejoiced to your smiles,
Only to be explained has not managed,
For me such happiness torture.
Only to be explained has not managed,
For me such happiness torture.
A year later the destiny has dissolved us,
I you absolutely any more do not see,
You the destiny мене has given happiness,
And I will not offend the love.
You the destiny мене has given happiness,
And I will not offend the love.
As though to me to return for about a year back,
To hear yours a native favourite voice,
Heart to warm your lips,
To iron silky black hair.
Heart to warm your lips,
To iron silky black hair.
And again I will wait for you,
On a corner, at our crossroads,
If only has released you mother,
If only light burnt in your window.
If only has released you mother,
If only light burnt in your window.
In September that the autumn was,
I have met you for the first time,
This miracle brown eyes,
Black hair dense.
This miracle brown eyes,
Black hair dense.