Текст песни John van Woolf - Осенний Лес

"Autumn forest"

Your soul is the autumn forest,
Witched by Babiy summer.
I got lost in it and got
On fir look for a lumen,

But in vain: the crane wedge
Flew into my breast!
How lightning is a fighting male,
I fell a fifth harvest

On silk herbs
In impassable more often
And, the strawberry field becoming,
Wine gave bitter bowl

Love not to drink to the bottom
In the baptism of frost!
Since then, I have autumn - like spring,
Well, spring - like autumn ...

... in the chest - an abandoned plant,
Dust, dust - in the brain ghetto,
But the heart is still calling
In that forest where breathes and lives
Sine-green sky
Where the Solvice is spinning -
Enemy cold and morgue! ..