Текст песни Кирилл Жандаров - Осеннее прости

Do not let me go,
Dubrava August whispers ...
But the summer of slightly losing their rights.
Soon the river sparkle Bogrov sail
And the flame will burn fallen leaves ...
And the flame will burn fallen leaves!

Shimyaschuyu yearning fields in the wind carries,
Following the sun and heat rooks are on their way.
And it seems that there is no woe,
The hearing on a summer day
                                                  autumn sorry ...


Do not let me go
Let all be as before,
Do not give warmth and September do not believe.
Beautiful words are full of hypocrisy autumn,
And the soul toils in anticipation of losses ...
And the soul toils in anticipation of losses!

Schimyaschuyu yearning fields in the wind carries,
Following the sun and heat rooks are on their way.
And it seems no sad all the world,
The hearing on a summer day
                                                  autumn sorry ...