Текст песни Татьяна Буланова - Холод ноября

Someday the time will suddenly slow down,
And you will wander back.
And suddenly notice how under your feet,
Yellow leaves rustle.
Sad rug that did not exist
Parit and boil over the ground,
And you suddenly understand that someday can
And it happens to you.

I cried the love that she was not waiting
The wind broke the calendar sheet,
Again bitter smoke, again leaves harness,
Autumn on the soul, the cold of November.

Time of hope, time sorrow,
Time to love and forgive
And you suddenly understand that a lot
For this is ready to give.
But the time is hurry, and you turn
Do slowly step
And above the ground in slow dance
Yellow leaves are circling.

I cried the love that she was not waiting
The wind broke the calendar sheet,
Again bitter smoke, again leaves harness,
Autumn on the soul, the cold of November.