Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - По дороге в Загорск

On the way to Zagorsk you know involuntarily that autumn
I lost the July daring and August ripe power,
That the roads are sick, that it’s getting dark not at ten, but at eight,
That the fields are empty, and fate did not quite succeed.

That with the birth of a child, the right to choose is lost,
And it’s hard for the soul to be in such a disagreement,
Where the family sonnet replaced the bachelor’s verliber
And you can not stop loving, and disgusting to fall in love secretly.

On the way to Zagorsk you know involuntarily that time
Not a caftan, and fate is not given to anyone to alter.
If vodka is sweet, if it became a bitter lie,
If autumn is a poor support for a poor heart,

Those words from the romance "I have nowhere else to rush ..."
One wants to shout into the driver’s looped ear.