Текст песни Сергей Наговицын - осень дева старая

The distant thrill of a flock of birds
Scatters the ashes of warm days
And now counts my years
A pack of stupid pigeons.

Chorus:
Eh, autumn, old maiden
Gives me trouble.
I melted under crimson gold
Sitting on a bench in the garden.

Poplars have long changed their voice.
Humming a warm, gentle sound
Rolled gray hair on my hair
As if snow covered the foliage.

Chorus.

The tramp-thunder will break the silence
And a shiver runs through my body.
It will dry my soul with good heat
Drizzling, wet, sticky rain.

Chorus.

The lanterns have long gone out
Gray smoke wanders, and the wind rumble.
Autumn brings me only bad weather
Only without her I cannot.

Chorus.