Текст песни Юрий Антонов - Вот так бывает

Soon, soon the meadows
Will form white snow
And the storm about something sad will start singing.
And it was the heat,
Just a pity that everything went
And no I will not return this summer.

Here it happens, where the summer ringing cry.
Here it happens, where happiness bright moment.
Here it happens, where this old dream.
Here it happens, it melted.

Still currently harder
What I'll find love
What is true sometimes I fall summer.
But laughing at my
Even the wind behind him:
So naive and ridiculous dream of mine.

Have scattered in the bushes,
Lost bird uproar,
Only stayed Icy noise in most of the leaves.
But where and why
I go on the leaves?
What am I looking for? ... In the late fall