Текст песни Караулов Вячеслав - Осень катится

Autumn rolling, quiet rolling, rolling to his feet,
Leaves toil, leaves washed by the rain,
Indian Summer we, the Indian summer we have do not like
We spring from you, we will wait for the spring to you.
What good, what good this fall,
Vanity alone, sputum alone, drudgery.
Golden Autumn, golden autumn with branches mows,
And knock-old dog growls frost-keeper.
This fall, which left us, I dogulyayu
To me then that I would then not blush
Dogulyayu I dostradayu I domechtayu I
All that is easy come, all that is acquired in the spring
Autumn rolling, quiet rolling, rolling to his feet,
The leaves are washed, leaves washed by the rain,
Indian Summer we, the Indian summer we have do not like
We spring from you, we will wait for the spring to you.