Текст песни Владимир Шандриков - Ветер, обнаженный сентябрьский ветер...

Eight hundred and thirty-two

The first song of Vladimir Romanovich ... recording from one of the shows with Arkady North in Odessa in April-May 1977

Wind,
Naked September wind ...
Somewhere in the parks crispy golden foliage.
And over the smoldering camp joyless evening
They are still in front of eight hundred thirty-two.

Sadly,
My heart is empty and uncomfortable,
Wolf want to howl with anguish sometimes.
But not a bit of tears in the heart, because
Already for a long time on the soul perished with cold.

Thoughts
Naked sober thoughts ...
Life will not take a second rent.
Bald, soon I'll be completely bald,
It can be seen coming autumn - the inevitable decline.

I'd
To hell with sorrow and trouble,
I used to look inward at the padlock,
But the soul kurlykaet cranes in the sky,
Glad it all to hide, but just could not.

Wind,
Naked September wind ...
So anxious buzz of wires outside.
And over the smoldering camp joyless evening
They are still in front of eight hundred thirty-two.