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- Авторская песня
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- Сергей Куканов, Bradley Pool
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- Сергей Куканов
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- Сергей Куканов, Bradley Pool
- Исполнитель
- Сергей Куканов
- Текст
- I drink my summer from the children s bowl
My garden meets me as my loyal friend
It takes me back it touches my trusting soul
Like my grandmother did with her soft hand
Abandoned place... there’s no nightingale
Which brought a joy that is no longer alive
I lost grandparents. They as clouds sailed
on sunny days to heaven for a new life
Lost in the forest. It s been for a while
There are some ways, my friend that you may see
I’ll not forget that time my grandma smiled
And eyes of grandpa had the color of sea