SONG FROM THE CARRIAGE
I'm leaving, farewell, gentlemen!
I'm leaving, I don't foresee a stop,
I'm leaving. I'm leaving through the years,
To Magadan, or maybe to Paris...
I'll finally see the country of my dreams,
I'll see only what I wish for,
I'll pick flowers at the train stations,
And be glad that I'm going to paradise...
I'm growing up on the Cote d'Azur,
Just don't send me telegrams...
A kiss on the run,
Ah, farewell, gentlemen... and the ladies with them!
Song from the carriage
© Copyright: Алексей Анатольевич Карелин, 2025
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