Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Бабье лето

Maples painted the city
G7 C A7
With a magical color
Dm Am
So soon means soon
E7 F A7
Indian summer, Indian summer.
Dm Am
So soon means soon
E Am
Indian summer, Indian summer.

That the leaves are melting so quickly
Nothing is clear to me.
And I catch how these leaves
Our dates, our dates.

Only now mom scolds
That I’m not there at night.
I'm drunk too often
Indian summer, Indian summer.

And I'm going round and round
With the windiest of women
And I have long wanted this
And no more and no less.

And I forgot when I was at home
Confused nights and dawns.
This is a pool, oh, this is a pool -
Indian summer, Indian summer.

1962