Текст песни Жанна Бичевская - Тихая осень

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The forest dress up with bright colors.
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The bird does not sing in it.
D E A F # 7
The sun gives us the last caresses.
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Quiet autumn goes.

The joy of the past, the joy is distant,
Something is waiting for me in life?
And the duma is gathering.
Quiet autumn goes.

Yellow, red leaves, all different,
Quietly in the wind fly.
Nights dark stars diamond
Brighter than before, burn.

Life is my sinful sad, short.
Strained last flight.
Bright paints, wet, meek,
Quiet autumn goes.

Here on the road, the flower blooms,
He is waiting for happiness from life.
Late, my native, too, the forest undresses.
Quiet autumn goes.

Snake trail in the forest.
Rain with gray pour.
Risps in the Waltz foliage golden.
Quiet autumn goes.

Before the forgotten I remember.
All before your eyes gets up.
My tears in the rain are invisibly merged.
Quiet autumn goes.

All that green once seemed
Autumn Rumen is burning.
All than once the soul admired
Dead foliage lies.

All proud and reclamation
Everything is irrevocably flies.
You are not mistaken, the soul is offended,
Autumn for everything will revenge.

The forest dress up with bright colors.
The bird does not sing in it.
The sun gives us the last caresses.
Quiet autumn goes.