Текст песни Сергей Данилов. Читает Борис Бачурин - Осенний парк

Everyone drove down the houses of bad weather,
Sad time in late October.
In the minds of sad misses nature.
The sun is an amber whites.

Leaves are circling, with trees fly away,
Rusty, brown blots fruit,
Wet benches smears stained
According to the streams, ships slide.

Ended greenery lush baroque,
Naked branches from scrolling birches.
In Khmarar, the sermost is lonely.
Reliefing outfits, full of linden dreams.

Believe: Spring will swell, Summer rushes,
Homon children will be filled with garden.
Small swallows over the sea somewhere.
Only crows on branches are sitting.

Sweisttests, the wind fees in impact,
They pour constantly oblique rains.
Redhead autumn rages in full swing,
Evil disheveled clouds-bills.