Текст песни Санкт-Петербург - Осень 1970 года

Fall, fall, fall
Summer is left somewhere
But he is no more, no
No more, no

Fall, fall, fall
What are the bowing trees asking for?
Maybe summer
But he is no more, no

In autumn
Leaves rustle underfoot
Many people like this
And I ask for warmth and summer
But he is no more, no

Fall, fall, fall
Summer is left somewhere
But he is no more, no
No more, no

In autumn
Leaves rustle underfoot
Many people like this
I am twenty years old
I'm going against the wind
And you are with me - we are two wet berets
And there is no more summer, no

Fall…