Текст песни Хиро Лис - Золотая осень

Golden Autumn Boris Pasternak

Fall. Fairytale Hall
Open to all for review.
Clearings of forest roads,
Peering into the lakes.

As in the exhibition of paintings:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, Ash, Aspen
In the gilding of an unprecedented.

Linden golden hoop -
Like a crown on a bride and groom.
Face of a birch - under a veil
Wedding and transparent.

Buried land
Under the leaves in the ditches, pits.
In the yellow outbuilding maples
As if in gilded frames.

Where are the trees in September
At dawn, they stand in pairs
And the sunset on their crust
Leaves a trace of amber.

Where you cannot step into a ravine
So that everyone does not know:
So raging that no step
There is a tree under the feet.

Where does the end of the alley sound
Steep descent echo
And dawn cherry glue
It freezes in the form of a clot.

Fall. Ancient corner
Old books, clothes, weapons,
Where is the treasure catalog
Turns over the cold.