Текст песни Ю.Лорес - Кто эту осень по деревьям расплескал

Who is this autumn trees spilled ?
In her blood on gold and gold on the blood .
Fermentation autumn ... Pour it into a glass
And to drink for anyone's health.

And each time becomes more fun ,
The wine fermented sadness .
Not to think about it, pour another glass ,
So much so that everyone had enough .

What kind of trouble is that for the wine - to drink to the dregs ,
With the eternal thirst for counting time ?
And our gold , and blood to the end of the day -
The blood and gold trees .

We look forward to when we will take the wind into the sky ,
Forever associated with the earth .
Fermentation autumn ... Blessed are those who fall drinks .
It will save the wine in winter .