Текст песни Ася Анистратенко - А осень,как всегда..

And autumn, as always, is painted in colors
Of the past...
Colors have no names, only voices -
Hails ...
Will you respond to the pebble, out the window
Abandoned?..
And I look up at the Orenburg fluff
Clouds ...
And the city is full of bonfires, and the city is full of smoke
Deciduous,
And a new winter is the same as everyone else
Former ...
This, but not the same. Look how greedily how
Passionately
Swallow the snow at home with the blackness of the window
Roofs ...

I will walk along the street, counting on the go
Floors,
Where with a glance, where with a hand touching old walls -
Remember!
Some year a snowflake will fall
This life -
And it will end. And it will start again with the ceiling
Rooms ...
And the snow flies, flies, prickly ice
Krupkoyu,
Touches the ground becomes water
Clean ...
And something in my soul, the same as snow,
Fragile,
Calls so loudly and easily to leave with a smoke
Deciduous ...

And the city, unfortunately, today of all colors
Memory,
Cold blue, lemon yellow
With gray ...
I'll leave the memory, but thrown out the window
Pebble
Leaves me a chance to return as I left
Autumn ...
And I'll be back at the hour when the grass
In the frost
On the day when leaves and smoke are burning everywhere
Stretching ...
I'll live on the street again with yours
In the name
And in the morning look at the city of all colors
Memory ...

1996