Дым над могилою Англ. версия

Let's see , when rises smoke Far over my grave. I will never be your , I'll be the weeping willow .   And in the darkness in eternal sleep I shrouded , Beautiful, hard, insensitively . And that life is not boring , Since then the bad finger not touched.   You'll remember me passionately favorite For many years of torment. Such as before happy , And when you asked sorry.   You will come to the grave distant , And the rain on her proplachesh . Tell me about life lonely , The fact that in the soul of the other quietly hiding . ( c) Roman Halliwell
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