Текст песни Бутырка - Какая Осень в лагерях

Grandmothers put on scarves
September is cold on the bench
And in camps without fuss
The gang will estimate their quilted jackets.
The foliage is bustling,
The rain washes away everything that was
And our years are forever
Safely buried the zone.

What an autumn in the camps
Throws leaves for the ban
And I scream, I scream to the snubs -
Let them lie for another week.
Autumn cannot be driven away with a broom,
She did not come in punishment
This autumn is like a mother to us
A short date with her.

Autumn will dress her outfit
Of yellow and crimson leaves,
And again our second squad
From this autumn a little drunk
And the leaves will be so spinning
And we, forgetting about everything in the world,
Let's stretch our hands to catch them,
Like little children.

What an autumn in the camps
Throws leaves for the ban
And I scream, I scream to the slugs -
Let them lie for another week.
Autumn cannot be driven away with a broom,
She did not come in punishment
This autumn is like a mother to us
A short date with her.

The cops wrapped themselves in raincoats
And somewhere there are songs to the accordion,
The zone will cool down from the heat,
Relatives will collect potatoes.
And they will rush to the date
Without breaking the order
And we will just wait for them,
Realizing the hopelessness.

What an autumn in the camps
Throws leaves for the ban
And I scream, I scream to the slugs -
Let them lie for another week.
Autumn cannot be driven away with a broom,
She did not come as a punishment
This autumn is like a mother to us
A short date with her.

What an autumn in the camps
Throws leaves for the ban
And I scream, I scream to the snubs -
Let them lie for another week.
Autumn cannot be driven away with a broom,
She did not come as a punishment
This autumn is like a mother to us
A short date with her.