Текст песни Бельканто - Осенний блюз

Sun autumn already
I do not warm my soul
Not bloom from rain
The wind is a bundled bush.
It seems that all I have my own
Songs managed to escape
Except extra
This autumn blues.

Notre Dame
Cry of the last flocks.
What we lose - no,
You will not understand, Ma Chere,
Sunning heaven
Dreams light May,
Our love, Jaette,
Festive fireworks.

Put on the sidewalk
Yellow Foliage Pokrov,
And silver winter
On silver hair.
Brief love fire
Music gentle words -
Only that can
I take seriously.

Do not barbell dug
Flame of autumn crowns
May be silent, sadness,
The memory of the former days.
Autumn in Paris came,
Confirm love season,
But our blues with you
Still sounds in me.