Текст песни Игорь Кормановский - Осенний глинтвейн

Autumn Mulled wine

Wish grass. That summer left.
Application sheet on wet curb.
Pour songs words. Beats a beetle about glass,
Fly from darkness to burning windows.

Quiet autumn to meet us, friends, not suitable!
And at the appointed hour due to the old traditions,
Forgetting about year, like leaves with trembling branches,
We flick here on the autumn Mulled wine.

And by entering this door, you hang on the hook
Cargo current problems, failures, chagrins.
Here and served Mulled wine, already lips hot
And nowhere will you find delicious treats.

And let the wind be supervised outside the window,
Over the tailored table, we laugh like children.
Our thoughts are clean, our souls have not become worn.
Our autumn mulled wine will be cooled.

And when in the morning it will be the sky of light,
And the candle of the fruit, the strings of fatigue,
Do not consider work, heals Mulled wine,
If something at the bottom there is randomly left.

Rain draws circles on sidewalk cheeks,
Eye our steps and will last guitar,
But again in a year under the evening ties churches
Our friendship will come to the autumn Mulled wine.