Текст песни М.Кочеткова - С. Стеркин Патриаршие пруды

Poems by an unknown author
Music Sergey Sterkin

Am F Dm E7
The city is sleeping. In the morning it is very cold.
Am A7
Maples are freezing near the water.
Dm G7 C F
The wind is pierced by branches,
Dm E7 Am A7
Wrinkles the Patriarch's Ponds ...
Dm G7 C F
The wind is pierced by branches,
Dm E7 Am Am6
Wrinkles Patriarch's Ponds.

There is no clock and it's hard to guess -
Maybe five, maybe five.
Already on the deserted streets
The first trolleybuses on the way.

How transparent it became on the boulevards
Autumn is wastefully generous -
I threw so many leaves at night,
They, perhaps, cannot be removed in a day.

Our janitor grumbles at these maples,
And in the morning, getting up at six o'clock,
Sweeps the leaves on the lawns
As if autumn can be swept away ...