Текст песни А. Злищев - Грустит рябина под окном

Grust rowan under the window,
Arrows autumn fatigue.
And I thought about one thing
That up to winter a little left.

And she will soon endure
Large silk bedspread
My favorite fields
What sleeps quietly behind the hatch.

And only I thought suddenly
What will be cold and Zybko,
As in the sky, describing the circle,
Lit on gold snowflake.

A.zlishev