Текст песни StilLife - Медлительной чредой

Slow twgedy descends the day of autumn,
Slowly spinning yellow leaf,
And the day is transparently fresh, and the air is wipedily clean -
The soul will not avoid invisible quench.

So, every day she is age
And every year, like a yellow leaf is spinning,
Everything seems to and remember, and it is mnived,
That autumn past years was not so sad.

A.A. Block