Текст песни Раїса Кириченко - Бабине літо

In the plan looks at the way:
Any man cometh, shall he come?
A certain expectation in the eyes,
Although no trace of sorrow,
It is love guards
Languages ​​and going to escape
And Indian summer already
Slowly falls on her shoulders.

Chorus:
Indian Summer, Babin summer,
Why are you going so fast? Do not go!
With a glass of affection are not questioning,
With lips still not wiped strange tracks.
Indian Summer, Babin summer
Silently puts in your tippet.
Years rushed like wind rainbow
I stopped at the dahlias.

Affected by reference to the forehead,
Because comfort is so little little.
It seems as if not living,
It seems as if not loved.
When he flew in August?
When he tapped in September?
How hard is it to go cold,
When the fire is pashat hand.

Chorus.

What can I say that? Say!
In order not to lose in the gray shadows
A woman, a bouquet of dahlias,
Beautiful and, unfortunately, fall ...

Chorus.