Текст песни А.Маршал и В.Быков - Осенний лист

The autumn leaf is beautiful and clean descended smoothly on the cornice,
And clinging down the fly does not want to fly.

And only can be seen from the window, as in the sky a white moon
The jealousness sews the rest of the night.

Empty in my room, and a shop one
Silence drewed between the opened doors.

Which day, which year no one is waiting for me,
Fate leads along the very edge.

And I live and do not live, as for the flow of swim,
But only where I do not know now.

I will decorate the snow for the new year,
And probably the pain will pass but hope never.

I will decorate the snow for the new year,
And probably the pain will pass but hope never.