Текст песни Светлана Малова - Снег в июне

Mother and son lived in the same village
He was the son of hops and a riot of avid
Mothers with one torment
And neighbors lived with him not sweet
Evil is always punished
The whole village was relieved
Interrupted Dorozhen'ka curve
In conclusion son hit
For many years he languished in captivity
Doom changed my mind a lot of difficult
But one day the Holy Spirit was poured out
A sinner to repent before God fell
Tearful letters flying into the villages
Mum to me you all more expensive
Mom I ask your forgiveness
And everyone who has offended too
Are you with me drank a lot of grief
Like you I beg forgiveness
If I go out to freedom soon
There comes a time atoned
I will pass to the next Selenium
There is no place more beautiful in this world
House darling, I take a glance
It is the main answer my question
If a mother, you have forgiven me
I ask hang between windows
Belenky handkerchief heart cute
I see him from afar
And I understand that receive forgiveness
And ran to the threshold of birthmarks
Oh, how wonderful is the return
For an honest life, to his mother and God

If I'm not seeing handkerchief
So I return home no
And I put you point
With a heavy heart, I will drive past
Mother neighbors with glad tidings
Look cute neighbors
The sheet in plain view
My son will not pass by
But the neighbors responded glumly
Let will pass, good riddance
Kohl will return all starts from the beginning
No, let them roll by, for God's sake
The mother is crying, many obbezhat
Only I could not live without her son
The meeting will go on the road
With him go away in a foreign land
That freedom came expensive
The village in front of birthmark
Man in fear eye lifts
Do not ever see me forgiveness
Nearby someone wondered aloud
Look at people as snow
All the bus rushed to the windows
Snow in June - a miracle, and only
The boy timidly looked at the village
And the soul sang with joy
All the houses, fences and trees
They were white, white, white, white
Sheets, scarves and shirts
Pure whiteness shone
Heart throwing insults heavy load
People forgave sinful soul
This is the holy of love perfection
It became one village semeyu
To be forgiven of bliss
Middle simple - bliss half.

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