А знаешь, все еще будет! Южный ветер еще...

You know, there will still be! The south wind will still blow, and the spring will still conjure, and the memory will leaf through, and will force us to meet, and even at dawn your lips will wake me. You see, there will still be! In the end, the rails run away, the planes go on flights, the ships are anchored ... If people remembered this, they would more often think of a miracle, less often people would cry. Happiness - what is it? The same bird: if you miss it, you won’t catch it. And in a cage he’s languishing, too, is no good, it’s hard with him, you know? I will not ruthlessly shut him up; I will not cripple the wings. Are you flying away? Please fly ... You know how to celebrate the Meeting!