Текст песни Стихи Ирины Богушевской читает Светлана Сидорова - С потерянным лицом

With a lost face on a leash
You go on the autumn chill.
Lost to the leaves of the rustle
You just think about something, soul.

And I sit on every tree,
From him your movement is watching
Shot, guard every step,
I sit like a guerrilla, not breathing.

And move so that year
and one face holding a novelet,
And that, flying away,
And autumn with their figures in hand.

Autumn 1986.