Текст песни Андрей Бандера - А любовь цветом в осень Московскую

Bitter flash bush of a mountain ash,
About the color of love in the autumn Moscow
Days sneak pass,
Like youth, spring, barefoot

Life does not become a beautiful novel,
You just cruel of jealousy,
Often, there are feelings of deceit
And twinkling stars Lone

And love, the color in the autumn Moscow,
Gather leaves in yellow strands,
Hug, kiss blonde,
I love you in a white dress

I'm from the eyes of your drunken,
Fasting for autumn maples,
I love your little,
We ceased to be lovers

And spring forward as hoped,
Vodka drink with tears hateful,
I would take off the winter clothes,
And a hug, a gentle, sweet