Текст песни Сергей Васильев - Кавардак в моей застуженой квартире...

Zastuzhennoy mess in my apartment,
Flies in the window leaves rustling.
Not forgotten me - let it be forgiven.
Do not look for me anymore in this world.

The alley spread through the poplars,
Plunging quietly in the twilight, as in a whirlpool,
Not wanting to turn back to the house,
I'm going to meet my autumn.

Kissing her chapped lips
Among the cold and slush in the night,
Under the moon that doles cries and silent,
On the ground, a mysterious and rough.

And look at the yellow windows dirty light
And the stars just because they are visible at night,
And do not think about the final and that an urgent,
And do not expect from the new life of old troubles.

She whispered to me until the morning
About love, whose grave sin to be born in the autumn.
Our days love autumn leaves fold,
What burns in the fire merciless ground.
15.04.2000.