Текст песни Аркадий Кобяков - Бабье лето

I spree spree
 and I forget about everything
 I spree spree
 is that you are responsible for all
 and autumn time
 leaves paint marvelous light
 I get drunk without Vienna
 Indian summer came
 I get drunk without Vienna

 Chorus:
 Indian Summer has come
 I stir the soul
 I night that dawn
 Indian summer came
 love all flames
 Fall colors are not spared
 He does not regret the fall colors
 in Indian Summer

 I spree spree
 and by weasels I HOP
 I spree spree
 not what I do not regret
 sweep even years
 it will not change me
 I've always been like this
 blame the Indian summer
 I've always been like this