Lyrics Екатерина Болдырева - Двадцать семь октябрей

Twenty seven October

1. Twenty-seven October
For the last five I became smart
For the last ten - kind
And in the last three there were fewer stones

For the last of them
Now drank more cherished friends
But the latter penetrated
In my soul respectfully, as if in the museum

Twenty seven October

2. Prut, breaking metal
Germinate grass from weathered rocks
Well, no one gave you
This strength is early? Nobody gave you

With a shield and a sword
Among the quarrels and saucepan, between winds and stars
I sing, but what about?
The world is as complicated as simple

Twenty-seven of my roses

3. So, probably, it is impossible
But you are my judges, your bright honor
Before you i'm all
Neither sew nor cut off what

Twenty seven you back
Maybe there was a sky of light and wise
But mom in the eyes
Neither frightened birds nor closed doors -

Twenty seven October