Текст песни Захаров Владимир - Люди жгут на кострах уходящее лето...

In the old park, in crimson malls
Where in the last breath flowers froze
People burn bonfires past summer, a failed life, old dreams
The crane song has long been sung, autumn in the park of colored carpeted
People burn bonfires in the passing summer, as once upon a time long ancestors burned sorcerers
Today autumn is so bright, so catchy dressed like a princess from timid boyish dreams
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People burn at the bonfires the passing summer, so in your soul you burn past love

The smoke of bonfires in the clouds gets lost somewhere
Quietly autumn will burst into tears, according to its former sorrow.
People burn at the bonfires the passing summer, and a piece of the soul, and a bit of themselves