Текст песни Александр Матюхин - А. Фет. Ель рукавом мне тропинку завесила...

Spruce up my sleeve a curtain on the path.
Wind. In the forest alone
Noisy, and creepy, and sad, and fun, -
I do not understand anything.

Wind. Everything buzzes and sways around
Leaves swirl at the feet.
Chu, there is suddenly heard in the distance
Thinly crying horn.

Sweet call me the herald of copper!
Dead to me sheets!
It seems from a distance the wanderer of the poor
You greet gently.