Текст песни Совунья - Сентябрьская колыбельная

Autumn dream of buzzing cities
Sleeps a man in Perina warm thoughts,
And gold raid fallen leaves
Painted land of dormant yards

For a long time they do not stop rain
And thoughts smell bitter honey,
Hot tea with a notch Bergamot
And smoke from redeemed candles

Sobs the sky, hiding in the fog,
And dreams about darkened roads
For a long time before the blood erased legs,
And during the day and night makesy to us

Trees of parks and alley burn,
His breathing air warming,
And the same heat breathes bridge,
In the punching of the dreams they call people

Autumn dream of buzzing cities
If I fell asleep, then no longer woke up,
From the darkness did not return forever,
Left in the world of warm, soft dreams.