Foggy morning

The morning is foggy, the morning is gray The fields are sad and covered with snow You'll reluctantly remember the old days You will also remember faces that have long been forgotten Will you remember the copious passionate speeches Glances, so tenderly and greedily caught First meeting, last meeting Soft voice favorite sounds Will you remember the separation with a strange smile You will remember many things that have long been forgotten Listening to the voice of the wheels incessantly Looking thoughtfully at the wide sky The morning is foggy, the morning is gray The fields are sad and covered with snow You'll reluctantly remember the old days You will also remember faces that have long been forgotten The morning is foggy, the morning is gray