Текст песни Бутырка - Парад осени

And in September upon us, and September upon us,
How would frown.
He says not be said not to be us together.
Foliage will burn, burn the leaves and begin to spin,
A cold rain and the cold rain will not save.
Foliage will burn, burn the leaves and begin to spin,
A cold rain and the cold rain will not save.

Chorus:
Parade of autumn, autumn comes a parade in the city,
Autumn Parade, a parade of autumn foliage march.
What does not come to pass that will not come true this autumn,
Everything will remain, everything will remain until spring.

How wonderful everything is perfect to decorate everything,
Even a sin to name even a sin to call them bad.
And all the tears, all the tears and washed,
Our soul pain, our pain of the soul it does not wash