Текст песни Евгений Дятлов - Капризная, упрямая

Moody, stubborn,
You are made of roses.
I'm older than you, my child,
I am ashamed of his tears.

Moody, stubborn,
Oh, how I love you!
Last spring, my,
I pray one thing:

"Go away, go away, go away ..."

You whisper mysteriously:
"Oh, boy gray!
You do have one,
One only you so! "

And enchanted tale,
I myself awake,
And autumn Bound,
I keep telling one:

"Do not lie, do not lie, do not lie ..."

You are a bright, radiant,
With a smile on his lips.
And if the truth is clear,
Holy in those words.

I discarded all doubts
Forgive whim I you
And the life of its autumn
You will be happy to give:

"Take, take, take ..."