Текст песни taevas97 - Не скучай, не жалуйся на осень...

Do not be sad, do not complain in the fall,
Let nature pines - she knows better.
Look: in the tops of the pines of the carotid
The plane pierced tracery of branches.

Give me a hand with a rusty foliage -
Corruptible flesh summer cloth,
We'll cover the leaves with you
The nakedness of raw canvas.

And for that the hand of the yellow-red,
Hiding under a wet track,
Pobredem west. Ray sunset
There illuminate the cloud backbone.

Admit it, because autumn is so beautiful!
So just as it gloom and melancholy!
I would have been, perhaps, happy,
If I knew that I die in the fall.

07/05/2016