Текст песни Анатолій Сердюк - Бабине Літо

Bose has departed litechko,
Do not come back again back
And ore Chanterelle autumn
Without crept into the garden.

I hung everywhere webs,
With the sun burning silver
And maybe, just for a moment
We warmed in recent warmth.

Chorus:
Indian Summer, Babin summer ...
Indian Summer as a dream among us.
Tenderness last river spilled.
Lin brooding autumn waltz.

Shining sky blue handkerchief,
At this deception trust fields and groves.
We tied a thin thread,
Tear it is not by accident.

Summer Indian tale whispers,
I hear - and obmanus,
Because I believe in the dream is readily
And just wake up scared.

Chorus:
Indian Summer, Babin summer ...
Indian Summer as a dream among us.
Tenderness last river spilled.
Lin brooding autumn waltz.