Текст песни Светлана Каневская - Осенний романс

Oh, dear Autumn, your colors alone are enough,
To cover my vulnerable heart with sadness.
The one, gray with blue, will lie down with a piercing pain,
Orange red will burn me like fire.

Severe Autumn, you took me on bail,
You pity me, yes, you see, from the excess of love,
You added three partings to me with yellow paint -
Three rough strokes: to tears, to disaster, to blood.

Oh, Autumn, for a long time we have been responsible for each other,
What will become of me as soon as I cross your line?
Give me only one long-awaited meeting, -
All in bright blossoms of great and small hopes!