Текст песни Александр Харчиков - В октябре краснеют листья

In October, the leaves turn red maples,
 And the sunsets are black, like smoke,
 In October, marching battalions
 On a bridge covered in blood.

 In October, the tradition of the blind:
 Killed the best of us,
 Most sacred die
 Now ever - so here, now.

 Your eyes gone era,
 Smart and loyal friends,
 You are lamenting desperately ill -
 Friend was killed, why not me?

 & Quot; north & quot ;, & quot; Dniester & quot; Riga and guys -
 Half of the country, and with them the whole soul ...
 It was seems to be,
 But Russia is too good!

 And generous sacrifices expensive
 And the heat in the ground are friends
 At the Moscow bridge other
 Dead heroes, but I do not ...

 In October, the leaves turn red maples
 And the sunsets are black, like smoke,
 In October, marching battalions
 On a bridge covered in blood ...