Текст песни Наговицын - Золотая осень

The apple tree is ripe, the grandfather tied up the raspberry bushes,
He laid out the samosad, chopped up the leaves, and everything.
Summer flew by, a dragonfly withered on the window,
And sprinkled mushroom, and washed the crosses and domes.

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Golden autumn. Flooded sidekick's stove.
Bloodworm leaves fly into the prison yard
The wind blows them, the convict soul cries.
Flying like a wedge, cranes rumble in the sky.

As in a poem, evenings threw themselves into stars.
They threw off the cards, and collected only at dawn.
A jar of jam was divided equally yesterday -
It's just that my little brother's daughter's birthday is in September.

Chorus

The apple tree is ripe, the grandfather tied up the raspberry bushes,
He laid out the samosad, chopped up the leaves, and everything.
Summer flew by, a dragonfly withered on the window.
And sprinkled mushroom and washed the crosses, and domes.

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