Текст песни Вадим Егоров - Осенняя Элегия

By the shoulder is perched on Planida perhaps
in crude this day, this day bad weather
You have my pity and do not be offended:
it is this self-pity, tenderness like.

It's small - but still support.
Going in September, do not complain to the summer I:
we both entered the damn time,
where the first leaves have overfly,

which pulls from Ledkov invisible abyss
and it is necessary for someone to snuggle closer,
where our loved ones from the depths of the celestial
us waving his hand - and this is terrible,

where we do not know the pet and thirst,
behind them are on the autumn alley
for one, which is not even one
utkneshsya shoulder me ... And I regret.