Текст песни Ксения Полтева - В этот воздух, дрожащий от холода

Into this air shivering with cold

Tired of milky mists

The month of August threw its gold

Surprisingly short-lived.

On the paths of river slopes

Autumn is walking, so pretty -

- Gray-eyed, red-haired,

Someone so strangely similar ...

The distant cry of the departing train

Responded by flocks of birds

You freeze - and it's scary to move,

Until the echo fades in the distance

So fly up the stairs under the roof

Cutting veins with a bow out of despair

Expire with the expiring month,

Leave these sad notes

That, like thin streams, are in a hurry

Warm blood between the fingers to spill, and

Through the open windows are carried away

To the distant land for the chilled birds ...

... And in pursuit of summer thunderstorms

Rising above iron roofs

Pure sound dissolves into the air

Dies, not heard by anyone.