Текст песни Алматинский - Осень у костра

Autumn campfire
                                                  

Indian summer
The trails had spread,
Winds sweep
Days of plasticine
Cities in sorrow,
The compactness of the mouth,
Long did not meet
Autumn campfire ...
                                   Even the birds
                                   Fly away to the south,
                                   gloomy faces
                                   Summer will sing ...
                                   Moonlit nights,
                                   As one hundred
                                   Wise meet
                                   Autumn,
                                   Campfire…
Indian summer
The trails spread a
Soul patched
Water element
In the endless dance
falling leaves
Bright final -
Autumn.
Campfire.