Текст песни Кирилл Жандаров - Не отпускай меня

1.Do not let me go, August whispers in the oak forest,
But summer is giving up its rights a little bit.
And soon a crimson sail will sparkle over the river,
And the fallen leaves will burn in the flame.

chorus

The wind carries the aching yearning in the fields,
For the sun and warmth, the rooks are on their way.
And it seems that there is no sadder in the world,
Than to hear autumn "sorry" on a summer day.

2. Do not let me down, let everything be as before.
Don't give warmth and don't trust September
Beautiful words are full of autumnal falsity
And the soul toils with a presentiment of losses.

chorus

The wind blows the aching melancholy in the fields.
For the sun and warmth, the rooks are on their way
And it seems that there is no sadder in the world
Than to hear autumn "sorry" on a summer day.

Do not let me go…