Текст песни Борис Рыжий - Мальчишкой в серой кепочке остаться

As a boy left his cap in gray,
himself, in short.
Mizh truth and fiction stick
on September leafless leaves.
Bench choosing the alleys
stagger, the one that forever
we glue the past and future.
Uydёm - return it here.
How I loved the bleak picture,
posthumous autumn touches
where in blue pools of rowan berries,
and from the middle of the poems are written.
Since their beginning died away,
memory is not leaving anything.
As the rain tapped on the roof,
or maybe just did not have it.
But the boy was, at least for the order,
that held a hand over his face,
silent, he wrote poems in a notebook,
in which the stitch moved to the end.