Текст песни Игорь Сорин - Облака

On panel houses obryvayutsya leaves,
Was exposed to the earth with a mountain ash brush.
Threw back his head off clean revel,
All I look and look, as if everything would repent ...

Clouds .., you will surely happy, clouds ...
I would touch you lightly .., cloud ...
Blow me, the clouds ...
While clouds .. I on the ground it's time ...

And the other way I do, I do not know
I'm going somewhere, and dreams float away.
And in the sky flying flock of cranes,
Take me to you, take I beg you,
in the clouds, in the clouds ...

This autumn we again left the flock,
With branches leaves fly, glide before winter,
And in the sky flying flock of cranes,
Take you me, take me, I beseech you,
in the clouds, in the clouds ...