Текст песни поёт Андрей Иголкин.сл.С.Анашкин - Ну вот и осень господа

Words by Sergey Anashkin
Music Andrey Igolkin

Well, here is the autumn gentlemen,
well, that's autumn ..
Cold wind us like leaves
carries away into the distance.
Left in the haze overboard
war and screams ..
And the gentlemen are hardly waiting for us
Constantinople.

Smoke from steamer pipes
like a rainy day,
Let's pray with faith in the fatherland,
Oh my God..
And the seagulls screaming over our fate
circling-
The Lord is cold in the heart,
cold in the heart.

The hope in the heart cannot be killed
see you.
Shine of gold shoulder straps
will remember our shoulders.
Ringing churches in my ears
sounds goodbye ..
Pour vodka gentlemen
pour sorrow!

Let the uniforms not be worn
aiguillettes,
Not a chance, right, gentlemen-
we are emigrants ..
Cold wind to a foreign land
we are carried away
Left in the haze overboard
Russian autumn ..