Текст песни Юрий Визбор - лето село в зарю

Summer is a village in the dawn,
In September, the weather.
Summer Palo ma south
As if sunk into the water.
Only traces of it
For you, my dear,
Purple smoke:
In the parks leaf burn.

Heap of those easy
Gold epaulettes
And burn like poetry
Forgotten poets.
Heartless and young,
Wind blowing from the north,
Eh rakes June
Whether August stacks.

Like two crane
On gay sea
Like two mower
On the evening of the field,
We fly over,
Only her lips were burning,
And below us flew,
Like the stars of the week.

Sun yellow skein -
Summer floated softly,
Like a blue scarf
Over a green kayak.
And the forests are empty,
All are empty, my dear,
And burn those leaves -
Our summer burn.