Текст песни Бутырка - Я душу к небу отпущу

Cold Day in September
And do not collect fragments of summer.
Another instant and winter
With a white blizzard, white snow.
Another instant and sleep
Land under a white bedspread
I am no longer counting on earth
And I feel very little here


I will let the soul in the sky
Fly the soul on the white light,
And all the insults will I forgive,
And you sorry if done.
I will let the soul to the sky,
Let the white light flies
And in the endless world
To meet a cadyl with dawn

Perhaps I did not have time
To the yellow leaves everyone will do
But you believe me, I wanted
At least something for Russia to do.
Wanted to decorate your life
Let it not, the song only,
And pours the motive on earth
The Lord will turn to Russia.