I like Grigoriy Leps for so long.
It doesn’t matter if he turns or not,
Because my heart is beating with his song
And I adore and worship his deep voice!
it all began with 'a glass on a table',
then 'what of that' was followed by a 'blizzard',
a concert in the Kremlin after 'Sail',
about Leps to my friends non-stop speaking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem