Laskovyi Mai - Vot i konchaetsya leto

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Na ishode ostyvshego leta
Rasteryali derevya listvu,
I sama ty, legko tak odeta,
Na prohladnuu syadesh travu.
Tishinu, slovno tepluu kurtku
Ya na plechi nabroshu tvoi,
I dlya nas samym pasmurnym utrom
Vse ravno budut pet,
Vse ravno budut pet solovi.

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Vot i konchaetsya leto,
Nam ne podarit bolshe tepla.
Vot i konchaetsya leto,
A noch po-prejnemu svetla.
Vot i konchaetsya leto,
Plyvet ono, kak oblako, vdal.
Vot i konchaetsya leto,
No nam s toboi ego nemnogo jal.

2) Snova yarkie kraski rassveta
Na resnicy tvoi upadut.
Na ishode ostyvshego leta
Hvatit nam esce teplyh minut.
I takimi prostymi slovami
Ya tebya postaraus sogret,
I do samoi zari vmeste s nami
Glupyi dojd za oknom,
Glupyi dojd za oknom budet pet.

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