Текст песни Влад Гараходец - Грусть осенняя

Yellow foliage under legs,
Black branches above head
Cobweb like lace
Omitted bush over the river.

Slowly rolling water,
The river is almost falling asleep,
Gray weather sadness
Dunda for everything imposes.

Trail runs along the shore,
Looping among birches ...
But the sky rustles the hysteria,
And pull out of the world.

The wind will make towards meet
And the rain will wash the way,
More and more raid on the way the meeting,
More and more in the soul of my sadness.

And I turn back
In your cozy crate
Everything seems to be in life,
That's just not to take off
Do not take off
Do not take off ...