Текст песни Сергей Черепанов - БАБЬЕ ЛЕТО

The text and music - Sergey Stepanov B A B E L L E T O
Come thou in the Indian summer ,
When dawn rises over it .
While bird somewhere
For all leaping sings .
And over the plain wide
Takes off thousands of threads
That spiders in my way distant
Flying like a flock of cranes .
Many will die in the wandering,
The rain drowned the ice .
Flying , living tissue
Zastynut dead silver.
Flying , as if not knowing ,
Where are they and what attracts ,
Throughout hanging limply ,
What's to stop them flying.