Текст песни Владимир Леви - Грустны, задумчивы

Sad, pensive gardens,
Fog lies on the fields
Smoke, - Your dreams will fly away.

Spring was in your hands,
But autumn in them wreath spllar,
Sadness in your eyes ran.

In your palms, you warm up the days of flowers.
Do not see them days of spring, they are sad and sad.

Only the wind echo comes
And falls silently in quiet,
Drogles the dry leaf is just only.

Eyes storing colors of those light,
But in those places the rain passed
Tropicks all overgrown with paths.

But you hear the breath of foliage.
That leaves-tears poplar pours, and the wind drives them and beats them.