Текст песни Катя Малая - Последняя Осень.

Last autumn, the last days of autumn,
Soon to be the approach of winter.
The fallen leaves where the behind,
And again, the snow outside the window,
Blizzard still vёt and vёt.
And me harder and harder every day.
Again confused way,
Chagall, passed in silence.
Lost in thought has gone into itself,
I thought I would ever account time finding.
On the roof a lot etazhki quietly,
Do not worry, relaxed awareness,
I'm tired of all would like to forget,
Not for a second round is not repeated.
It's disgusting to look at those who envy living,
Look at the end of the path we all judge.
This is the last of the autumn calendar
I can not change, too far gone already.
I get lost in the dark woods,
Of which long ago I can not get out.

Last autumn leaves in the memory of the prints,
It's cold it's time to wear gloves.