Текст песни Наталия Озерова - октябрь

October causes leaves
On wet grass.
And I dream your voice.
In the minor, I am captive.

And frowning all branches
Painted birches.
Autumn is like death
Greater growing in the world.

Looking with koskoy sky
From a distant height.
Through kilometers somewhere
Put, perhaps you.

And in the evening I again
I look into your window
Yesterday the sun shone,
Today is all dark.

On glasses of tears slowly
Stop again and again.
And, right, sorry, sorry sorry
That this is not love.