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A hot wind,
cold vyuzhit ...
blizzard ...
she seemed,
  grappled, fell,
and mad at me ...
saying that you intended to go,
and where you damn night carries ...
but I no longer young,
and the old man ...
and calling me, that wonderful dream
from which, around the head ...
I dream a warm April ...
snow melts, murmuring streams and run all ...
I stand here and voice her
-Here I am!
Turned around and saw her beauty ...
It's crazy, and no words
Soul only flies in the sky ...
- You did not expect? She says? And here I was going, and come ...
Hand gently on my stubble,
Gently on the gray temples ...
So looked into his eyes ...
What I understood,
Realized that her life, but her and I'm waiting ...
Only a dream, on the morning was gone ...
Outside the window, snow and blizzard ...
Here then, I decided to leave,
Not looking for frost and blizzard ...
Swore, look, look in those eyes that are full of love just ...
And to hear her voice:
- It's you!
- I'm just waiting and ...
A hot wind,
cold vyuzhit ...
blizzard ...
she seemed,
  grappled, fell,
and mad at me ...
but hear me
pity, and pointed out to her,
long way to go ...