Текст песни Михаил Кучин - Птица улетевшая

Along the road the night -
Duma kilometers,
Off, grief! Alarms
Blowin in the wind!
No, you're not cruel,
Just at sunset,
bird lonely
I flew away from me ...

I do not believe for a long time
The pink building,
Do not open the door,
We do not come true desire,
Smolders my happiness
In a strange conflagration ...
Autumn, but bad weather -
Here are my comrades ...

Chorus:
Strayed summer,
Yes nekoshenoy in the grass ...
Pitch somewhere
Yes tear unsolicited,
Happiness escaped
Clouds with a bluish tint,
And love is gone
This autumn…

Everything will pass, melt -
That is the simple truth,
Summer dies
Scattering leaves,
Autumn, mischievous child,
Crying, widowed,
Well, I do dream
Bird Flew ...

muz.isp.Mihail Kuchin. sl.Vlad Sienkiewicz