Текст песни В старом парке люди жгут уходящее лето - Костры

In the old park,
In the alley crimson color
Where in the last breath froze flowers
People burn at the stake outgoing summer
So in my heart, you know, the old dream

Crane Song has long been sung,
Autumn in the park to lay colored carpets
People burn at the stake outgoing summer
How long ago ancestors burned witches

The smoke of fires in the clouds get lost somewhere,
Quiet autumn vsplaknet, grieving for past
People burn at the stake outgoing summer
And on the soul, and a little self
The smoke of fires in the clouds get lost somewhere,
Quiet autumn vsplaknet, grieving for past
People burn at the stake outgoing summer
And on the soul, and a little self

Now fall as bright as brightly dressed,
Like a princess from the timid boy's dreams
People burn at the stake outgoing summer
So in my heart you burn their love

The smoke of fires in the clouds get lost somewhere,
Quiet autumn vsplaknet, grieving for past
People burn at the stake outgoing summer
And on the soul, and a little self
The smoke of fires in the clouds get lost somewhere,
Quiet autumn vsplaknet, grieving for past
People burn at the stake outgoing summer
And on the soul, and a little self

People burn at the stake outgoing summer
And on the soul, and a little self