Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Август. Яблочный спас.

Not so the sunset lit, not so thick foliage
Since autumn speaks through August
And wear a flock of birds polyphony
And the sky looking down eyes autumn

And we are in that day, and an hour later with clouds
On the Apple Spas tasted apple
And each repeated: & quot; As your flesh is tasty & quot;
And God we lost in the arms of August

And they were on the ground such twilight
We swam in the darkness as if dead
A star is not bad, the ripe
And they fell in the garden just like apples

And I shouted: & quot; Catch! Catch, please & quot;
Wish your power in August
On the Apple Spas that whatever we ask, we -
The Lord looks at us through the eyes of autumn