Текст песни Захаров Владимир - Дым костров

In the old park
In the crimson malls
Where in the last breath flowers froze
People burn bonfires at the bonfire
So in your soul you burn past dreams!

The crane song has long been sung.
Autumn in the park of colored carpeted carpets.
People burn bonfires this summer
As once upon a time, the ancestors burned sorcerers.

The smoke of bonfires in the clouds is lost somewhere ...
Quietly autumn will burst into tears, according to its former sorrow.
People burn bonfires in the passing summer
And a piece of the soul, and a little myself ...

Today autumn is so bright, so strikingly dressed
Like a princess from timid boyish dreams.
People burn bonfires this summer
So in your soul you burn the old love!

The smoke of bonfires in the clouds is lost somewhere ...
Quietly autumn will burst into tears, according to its former sorrow.
People burn bonfires this summer
And a piece of the soul, and a little myself ...