Текст песни Александр Фролов - Август

[Music - Alexander Frolov, Poems - Vadim Egorov]

Augustus wanders the old prince
The tears of stars Rhonea will last.
Wet in the morning, wet to night
Blurred eyes.
August, windy gulele!
Yapo Your caftan green,
But wait, ah, take a look,
How many yellow threads in it!

Augustus, what happened to you?
August, maybe this old age?
He will answer, indifferent:
"Autumn, red witch,
Burst, implanted
Approached-pierced
And hit the bad weather
On which I do not dominate ... "

Augustus darned and confused.
Augusta left his drain,
And, the eyes flashed Grozno,
He swears straight to the stars.
There for cloud geridity
Himself becomes a star
And he shines Skupor
Through the heavenly black dome ...