Текст песни Леонид Сергеевич - Одинокий листок

Autumn color leaves ,
All the trees are lit ,
They bored ,
On the funny guys .
They will soon die ,
Like those before them,
So blithely live ,
At its boulevards .
Who held - will fly ,
Who hung - fall ,
Who rocked easily ,
Already since May rot .
But though thou mighty man ,
Though a monk or a knave ,
Do not worry for them,
Time does not rotate .
How to lay carpet,
In the age-old oaks ,
Only replacing themselves ,
For the same other .
But its small age ,
Dissolve once,
Chest full of sighs ,
Single leaf .