Текст песни Velinte - Дева-осень

Deva-autumn again with us -
In winter, the door will answer
Pulled cold
Flying bird flocks.
Days on the wings flew
Call frost and blizzard,
But only fall
Leaves from branches, sun melts ...

And painted trees
Autumn bright colors
And scattered doubt
In the soul with gray rains.
Deva autumn lunar at night
Burned to me on the leaves,
Yes clouded me eyes
Bitter smoke, light brush
Skilled in more forest
In dance-whirlwinds
Woven and disappeared
Leaves in a gloomy fog ...

And autumn-Virgo disappeared,
On Earth carpet leaving
Gilding sweating
Washed off boring rains.
Only longing - dirt under the legs ...
And winter that on the threshold
Under fluffy snow
It does not force all the alarms.