Текст песни Андрей Макаревич - Я снова жду осенних холодов

Again I wait for autumn colds,
I think they already blew,
And Autumn begins in July
Sudden withering gardens.
We did not see how we were deceived
-Oslepshie Cave cities.
 
And it will be a closed path straight
According to the one that has the property of circle,
Slowly, ever further apart.
And now I do not hear my voice,
And it seems to have shared the storm,
And no one will go home.
 
And what a scream no one will turn back,
And the wounded will not bring water,
From this water goes to the bottom of the well,
Will leave as a divination woes
-Uydet To the bottom and never come back.
 
I again seven-man
-One In a cold field at sunrise,
And knee-long-long snow
And I go on about the coming summer.
Flowering gardens, river floods,
But the white winter in the white light.