Текст песни Владимир Захаров - Костры

In the old park, alley crimson color
Where the last breath froze flowers
People burn at the stake the outgoing summer
So you burn the soul of the old dreams.

Crane Song have long been sung
Autumn color in the park to lay carpet
People burn at the stake the outgoing summer
As long ago ancestors burned witches.

Chorus:
The smoke of fires in the clouds get lost somewhere
Quiet autumn vsplaknёt for past grieving
People burn at the stake the outgoing summer
And a little bit of soul and self.

People burn at the stake the outgoing summer
And a little bit of soul and self.

Today fall is so bright, so brightly dressed
As Princess of timid boys' dreams
People burn at the stake the outgoing summer
So you burn in the soul their love.