Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Вальс Бостон

On the carpet of yellow leaves in simple dress
From donated wind crepe de chine
Danced in the alley autumn boston,
I fly a warm day, and hoarsely singing saxophone.

And people from all around come to us,
And with all the neighboring roofs flew birds
Dancer gold flapped his wings ...
How long, how long ago was music there!

Chorus:
How often I see a dream,
My wonderful dream,
In which Autumn dances for us the Boston waltz!
It leaves fall down,
The plates spinning disk:
& Quot; Do not go, stay with me, you - my whim ... & quot;
How often I see a dream,
My wonderful dream,
In which Autumn dances for us the Boston waltz!

Intoxicated with pleasure, forgetting the years,
The old house for a long time lover of his youth,
All walls swayed, opened the window,
And to all those who lived in it, he gave it a miracle.
And when the sound died away in the gloom of night
Everything has its end, its origin,
I cried a little sad autumn rain
Oh, what a pity this waltz how good it was there