Текст песни Клавдия Шульженко - Бабье лето

Klyona painted the city
Skolding some color,
It's again, it's again
Indian summer, Indian summer!
That so fast leaves
I don't understand anything ...
I catch like these leaves,
Our dates, our dates ...

I forgot when I was at home -
Night confused and dawns ...
Oh, my ohut, ah, my ohut, -
Indian summer, Indian summer!
I'm a circle of aptile
With the windy of women.
I have long been looking for such -
And no more, and no less!

Just anxious mom,
That I have no nights,
What will be deceived again
Indian summer, Indian summer ...
Klyona painted the city
Skolding some color.
And I used to skate
Indian summer, Indian summer! ..