Текст песни автор - Елена Игнатова - Всё вернётся

Clothing autumn and dilapidated, and easy,
And the evil winter, probably, for the amusement of the wind,
All rages and fumes of tear tear,
And soar skyward golden moths

And yet thoughtfully in the evening sky,
And at dusk window of accurate hits,
And all the snow weary of waiting,
Nearer the time of the winter transfer.

More and more sleepless janitors from the hassle,
Since the foliage is multiplied pandemonium
And remember the summer only sweet jam
And fragrant apricot compote.

In vain caressing fallen leaves,
But if on the day of fine weather the sun smiles -
We were assured young blue,
What does all returns that the heat will be back!