Текст песни Ольга Афраймович - Бабье Лето

Delayed Indian summer ,
Sun does not resist .
That day pomerkshim light -
He is mercy .

I was waiting for this snow ,
From melancholy sly -
I do not like a person ,
Not tied me.

I've been waiting such a flurry ,
Only it seemed to - you,
Met - not recognized
Looking stolen in a hurry.

Carefully she looked so :
Ozhivesh - not ozhivesh ?
This is how the heart thawed
My affectionate lie.

That's how sweet wait
Snow did not resist ,
By the day of the autumn snuggle -
He is mercy .