Текст песни Aлександр Розенбаум - Утро осеннее

Autumn color palette sad
The fly prepares to light sadness.
Wet hand you do not vytresh tears,
Unless they become fresher taste.
Wet hand you do not vytresh tears,
Unless they become fresher taste.

Spruce and pine, moss yellowed,
Mёrzlaya lead drizzle rain
White Crane, flown away into the distance,
The day has become shorter and clearer years.
Wet crane, flown away into the distance,
The day has become shorter and clearer the years ...

And in a dream
The first snow falls,
The first snow fall.

Gnarled apple trees late children
Fall morning at the hem of your sinful.
Stokes bucket rowdy wind
The slimy pit with rusty water.
Stokes bucket rowdy wind
The slimy pit with rusty water.

Shawl ukroesh chilly shoulders,
You remember and youth, and love.
Sitting by the stove, do not heal wounds,
Is that their pain would be stupid.
Sitting by the stove, you do not heal wounds,
Is that their pain would be stupid.

And in a dream
The first snow falls,
The first snow fall.

Autumn color palette sad
The fly prepares to light the sadness,
Wet hand you do not vytresh tears,
Unless they become fresher taste.