Текст песни Валерий Дайнеко - Не спяшайся восень

Autumn comes to us with light rains,
The breath of early colds is approaching.
Oh how lonely to me on dark nights,
At least for a moment of color dreams.

Take your time, autumn, wait a minute,
The song of the cranberry heart does not tap.
It's too early to miss our love,
We are thinking of flying to the sky.

Soon we will wait for the shrouds of the saints,
A sad wave fluttered over the fields.
Our young springs have flown away,
Flights fly away in an irreversible way.

Get lost in the autumn in a distant forest,
Stay autumn in the steep mountains.
We haven't sung so many summer songs,
So many did not follow the spring trails.