Текст песни Ксения Полтева и Григорий Данской - Александровский сад

Mountain ash red tight clusters
Moscow decorated for the third saved.
Let's break up at the beginning of autumn
Let's go through the city for the last time.

And in the Alexander Garden confusion:
There summer ended in the color of years.
And the north wind threatens snowstorms,
What will bring your light trace forever.

The trees threw their clothes lush -
To dudes under their feet - a colored shawl.
But still, love wouldn’t work out for us -
What was not, that is not a pity!

And in the Alexander Garden it gets dark:
The moon hangs over the lancet tower.
No time to complain, no time to repent!
Who cares whose fault it is!

The ground is covered with dry leaves
Mountain ash is bitter with wine ...
Let's drown in it empty truths:
For a long time it's over, everything is decided!

And in the Alexander Garden lanterns ...
And no matter where we started the path,
At the end of it is always the Moscow River.
Rowan red, sorry, forget it.