Текст песни Агата Кристи - Листопад

1982 year

Under rustling, ringing and shouting from the surrounding yards
Danced the crimson reflections of autumn bonfires,
And the leaf, which felt freedom, circled over the world,
I lay down on the rusty water tiredly, exhausted.

On the branch he felt cramped and unbearable,
I gave up my place to another sheet,
The eternal rite is performed visibly and sharply,
An eternal rite.
And there is no tragedy in that, just fall of leaves has come.

Nature's measured time was drawing to a close,
The finest hour has come and oblivion to the living leaf,
On the last flight, caught by the wind of winter,
A shard of dawn lay on the rusty water.

On the branch he felt cramped and unbearable,
I gave up my place to another sheet,
The eternal rite is performed visibly and sharply,
An eternal rite.
And there is no tragedy in that, just the fall of leaves has come.