Текст песни Михаил chudo Шибанов - Осенняя история

We are from year to year
We hear the rustle of autumn
Adversity we all wade
For the sake of the golden bonfires
For the most tender words.

I appeal to love: - do not leave our house.
You know how to be forever, to be September.

Leafy circles, wash with rains
Bewitch us and tell us
The old history of a poplar park,
Where we walked with her and were carefree, like swifts.
 
May the years pass
In the distance we spend youth
But never forget us
Our golden bonfires
The very first tender words.

I appeal to love, do not leave our house.
Be always like this, be young, be September

Leafy circles, wash with rains
Bewitch us and tell us
The old history of a poplar park,
Where we flew with her, like swifts.

P.S. Dedicated to E. Vysochina