Текст песни Михаил Муромов - Ничего у нас не выйдет

Nothing will come of it,
We are from different schools.
The sky is hurrying your flight,
Fly away.

We will say goodbye at dawn
That's all the case.
And the wind blows away the teardrop
From your wing.

Seeing the flock with a glance,
I'll find you.
And my grief melts away
In the dawns of September.

But in the cold skies,
Hovering over the river,
I'm escorting you with a song,
Bright as dawn.

And maybe this song
It will ease your path.
And returning to someone's summer
You'll grow a little sad.

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