Текст песни Геннадий Аминов - Наши желтые аллеи

Our yellow alley
Into the distance paved with foliage;
On potekshey watercolors
Autumn colors are not spared,
It blurs your image.

You poured into the space -
The winds in the branches of the poplars,
The clouds colored trances,
In the sunset otblik red,
In a string of flowing dance
Again sad cranes.

Only no matter how intertwined
Colours, light, shadow play -
The image of your pale, pale ...
Just because steel
The days are shorter, darker the night,
Yes, and we're tired
To live under the burden of passion,
And almost have parted ...
Silhouette almost melted
The rustle of yellow lanes.
Autumn, Fall on the earth ...