Текст песни Владимир Новиков - Ноябрь

poems Konstantin Sergienko

We will rest, of course, rest.
As autumn rolled into a straw
Parchment of the sky, and blew out the candle,
The fire of love is no longer visible during the day.

More tears transparent grain
Does not swell in the spikelet eyelashes.
Naive roofs a white boy dreams
And the window is getting numb.

Put on your skates, my blind love
And ride the monogram of the pond.
Let it rise and shine in you
There will be gentle words of rubbish.

The girl in the kerchief will not hear them,
Wandering through the woods with a ball of love.
Eyes froze, dots go out in the sky -
Though birds, even ashes call them.

Ah, autumn, what will happen to us
When winter breaks its bell
And the heavens with chilled smoke
Like a gray mantle, beats.

Here a bunch of wet leaves fell down
Here, to me, cuddle and inhale
This whole world, curled up like a fox
And rest, of course, rest.