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Стихи, музыка, и исполнение Славы Гауфберга Lyrics, music and English translation by Slava Gaufberg Snow is quietly descending like a white shroud November is dying under its whiteness And the year will end, and the century will end And everything that happened to me will end… What will I take with me? I don't know yet Maybe the magic carpet of autumn leaves Maybe smoothness of the lakes, maybe clouds Maybe misty peaks of fairy mountains Maybe your lips and the touch of your hands Maybe the smell of wormwood and the songs of dragonflies Maybe the thrill of hope and the bitterness of goodbyes Maybe the splashes of laughter and the salt of tears Maybe the songs that lived in me Maybe the blinding light of passionate love Maybe the crackle of logs in a happy fire Maybe childhood dreams from years melted away… I love you, life. And in the glow of the day And in the mysterious darkness of magic night I ask of one thing - love me back And don't let me lose what is alive in me Keep the songs flowing and tears falling Keep the soul burning in the arms of fire Keep those beloved eyes looking with love Until the last minute of a farewell day
