Текст песни Александр Харчиков - В октябре краснеют листья кленов

In October, the leaves turn red maples,
And sunsets - black smoke.
In October, marching battalions
In the blood-drenched streets.

In October - the tradition of blind -
Killed the best of us,
Most saints die
& Quot; Today, ever & quot ;, - means: & quot; There is now & quot ;.

In your eyes is gone era
Smart and loyal friends.
You grieve in desperation ill:
The friend was killed - and why not me?

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

And generous sacrifices expensive.
And the heat in the ground are friends -
At the Moscow bridge others
Dead heroes, but not me.

In October, the leaves turn red maples,
And sunsets - black smoke.
In October, marching battalions
In the blood-drenched streets.