Текст песни Вячеслав Гринин - Старуха осень

Knocking out the window, the old woman autumn
Wrinkled bony hand,
Sighs timidly, quietly asks
Let her home with me.

Grey matted braids
Lying carelessly under a handkerchief,
Cold avaricious tears
On the ground spilled rain.

In the window so the smell of decay wafts,
And wither under the foot of grass,
Her breathing grows cold,
And the dust lies on the sleeves.

Come on, old woman - in this house
Do you frequent, but the intruder,
For many years we are already familiar,
You know I'm all through.

You'll come in again through the door
And bring in my house blues -
All night to consider my losses,
And in the morning coughing quietly.

You drove me out the door mercilessly
In the cold gray mist,
But back you back
Knocking softly on the glass.