Текст песни Елена Борисенко - Я - память

I - MEMORY
Old autumn leaves
The wind is sweeping the path
Again I am an uninvited guest
I'll knock someone's house.

In a cozy, small house
Affectionately receive me
And wrapped in an old blanket,
I will dry by the fire.

Let the owners of the house say quietly
That they are familiar with my face.
Let them tell me about their troubles,
The pain will become less by dividing into three.

Outside the windows it’s rainy
A wet sheet adhered to the glass.
The log house is silent,
And the wind is a longing whistle.

And two tired people
That sheltered me
Like the Last Judgment
They will tell me everything about themselves.

The owners of the house will still say quietly,
That they are familiar with my face.
They will also talk about their troubles,
The pain will become less by dividing into three.

I am memory, I am sad, I am autumn
I come in the evening
They never drive me
When I light candles.

It's always so quiet with me
Everybody knows me in person
And no matter how life rushes famously -
Everything closes on me.

To my song and the wind
Two people fall asleep.
And I, having warmed up with a plaid,
I’ll go to another house.

Once again, the owners of the house will quietly say
That they are familiar with my face.
They will also tell about their troubles,
The pain will become less by dividing into three.

October 31, 1991, Moscow