Текст песни М.Ю. Лермонтов - Осень

Leaves in the field turned yellow ,
And whirl and fly ;
Only in the forest eating stooping
Greens gloomy store .

Under the overhanging rocks ,
I do not like , between colors ,
Plowman rest sometimes
From midday papers.

Beast , brave , reluctant
Hidden somewhere in a hurry.
At night, dim the month , and the field
Through the mist only silver.