Текст песни Виктор Петлюра - С тополей листву срывает осень...

Poplar alley in my city ,
Help me to forget soon as we walked together,
Also, you sang foliage , poplar ,
But there was then with me, my dear .

With tears fall foliage of poplars
Drunk my dream in the clouds is the wind ,
But the last days, he will not return ,
And in my chest all the heart aches .

Yellow leaves under your feet will fall as the year ,
I will lead the road , maybe forever,
But avenue of poplars , I will not forget ,
Where with my favorite I was happy then.