Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Яблочный спас

Not so the sunset lit the foliage is not so thick -
Since autumn speaks through August.
And wear polyphony flocks of birds,
And the sky looking down eyes fall.

And we are in that day, and an hour later with the clouds,
On the Apple Spas tasted apple,
And each repeated: "As your flesh is delicious!"
And God we lost in the arms of August.

And they were on the ground such twilight
We swam in the darkness as if dead.
A star is not bad, the ripe
And they fell in the garden - just like apples.

And I shouted: "Catch Catch, please!"
Wish your power in August.
On the Apple Savior, that whatever we ask we
The Lord looks at us through the eyes of autumn.