Текст песни Виталий Русавук - Время ушло...

The time has gone…
the sun and the hot summer time.
But who would have thought,
As autumn is so generous,
Warms it us
Warm muted light
At the end of a sad pensive in September.

That's not the birds fly,
This flapping wing of our lives,
This cry in Chillmere nochi-
Not if our voice of the soul?
This is what we Aware
What is the sky closer and closer,
fewer and fewer want
From September of this land.

We only want to heat
From the weary kind sun,
From the palm of the native,
From such expensive vote ...
Look at the sky eyes,
Thanks to the incessant soul,
In the muted light of,
We love warm autumn.