Once upon a time, back in October 2008, Victor Maltsev - on my poems about autumn, written impromptu. I rarely answer off the cuff in a review, but more so on an impromptu, but here the answer. He again wrote an impromptu and I just jokingly said offhand.
After a while, I got a letter from Victor, where he asked permission to join in our impromptu song he wrote in the studio. I agreed, but asked him to send me this recording, listen. Time passed and I got this song. All is well. Thanked, congratulated with a good record and ... and all!
A had then yet to put this song, but I have not had experience in co-authorship and, frankly, I did not attach any importance (because, as it were impromptu) than is likely to hurt Victor. The song exists ... Now I want to correct their mistake, apologize to Victor and to leave this song on your page. In the original, our responses were alternated, but the song Victor made differently - the beginning of his answers, and then mine. I beg to remember that this impromptu 2008, which were issued in 5 minutes! Everything is already written and alter nothing is impossible!
Victor Maltsev
How do you know Fall,
That the mixed color is yellow with a red,
You painted all the maple trees and bushes.
And delirium, we alley
Topchii leaves no spare,
Reproaching only fall of rain.
Will you, I dream of you.
You are here - not abroad.
You and I will be gone in the open air.
Autumn colors give us
And a piece of easel hit,
Leaving us with you in private.
Natalie Astakhov
We'll walk with you,
In the alley of our Boden
And by the rustle of falling leaves.
And the envy of all passers-by,
'll Kiss too,
As if the whole world, just you and me.
Address of your unknown to me,
But our world is too small,
Suddenly we are, somewhere, meet with you.
This autumn we are friends,
In deciduous dream swallow
I predict our meeting in the moonlight.
Invite you to listen - at the bottom entry in the frame - "download". Click, download, listen.