Текст песни Майя Кристалинская - Лето кончилось

I do not start, the summer was over ,
And probably for good reason.
Panting like hounds ,
Breathe leaves in September.
Breathe eagerly unprecedented
And from the evil of melancholy ,
Wet overhangs and the red
The leaves are like languages ​​.

And, perhaps, the woman ,
What was true yesterday ,
Today bitterly and solemnly
That longing is involved .
And that , perhaps,
He walks all around the head ,
Letters folding faithful
And the wrong words .