Текст песни Елена Игнатьева и Сергей Кумыш - Песня о временах года

Words and music by Sergey Kumysh

The wind drives along the pavement
Leaves are yellow, withered, old,
And rush home from work
The townspeople are very tired.
Well, we are not in a hurry to go home:
We have a special haven.
This shelter is called
This shelter is called
This shelter is called:
TUT.

When it snows with the rain
There are many puddles, and there are so few snowdrifts
And all dream of only one thing:
A mug of tea and under the covers.
And these dreams are alien to us:
Big business is calling us
Big business is calling us
Big business is calling us
Big business is calling us
In TUT.

When spring changes winter,
Cuckoo scores are scammed in the woods
In the courtyards of the city until late
On the benches cooing old women.
And at the Anichkov Palace
Funny songs are sung.
It means meeting spring,
It means meeting spring,
It means meets spring
TUT.

And at the beginning of summer
Everyone will disperse together in their summer cottages,
Where mosquitoes rage
Indeed, without them - how could it be otherwise ...
But in the summer in our hearts
Memories live.
Calling and beckoning us
Calling and beckoning us
Calling and beckoning us
TUT.

The wind drives along the pavement
Leaves are yellow, withered, old ...

Record of 2002.