Текст песни Александр Харчиков - Клён, словно витязь...

Maple, like a knight with an early early,
Pray: Wait! ..
Everything is gold and crimson,
All tree.
And in the sky migratory wild geese
Again, they are trumpeting that they will return in the spring.
So much in those sounds of farewell anxiety and sadness,
To wake up, to tremble something in me.

Heavenly forces! Miracle is patterned
I am pleased with the chest ...
Everything in the soul burns the thawing,
The whole word blower.
These fields, these in the cranberry of the crimson swamp,
These aspen and rustle of dry reeds ...
Poor expanse ... only there is something special in it,
Only the soul opens sensitively.

Stoils, apple, seed fall - fall
Angelic ringing.
Here it is our short time -
Life or sleep?
Ah, my autumn ... Clouds of rows hung up.
They managed to let the cold into the soul.
Geese fly - heavens sob with them,
The leaves are such that it is a pity to step on them ...

The first frost crushed in the morning,
Lastly circled ...
Who did not feel the beauty of this in life,
He did not live.
Or wasn't there a blizzard yet on the maple?
During the night I managed to drop everything from freezing shoulders.
It is scary to even walk with this hot clearing,
The leaves are such that the soles can burn.

And in the sky migratory wild geese
Again, they are trumpeting that they will return in the spring.
So much in those sounds of farewell anxiety and sadness,
To wake up, to tremble something in me.

Poems by N. Rachkova in the dog. versions A. Kh.