Текст песни Зеновей Джебский - Отшумело отзвенело бабье лето

Otshumeli, has rung the Indian summer,
Web of wind scattered somewhere.
Today, I gathered a flock of cranes
And they scream hysterically, flying.

Above the river fell the evening blue,
How many times we quarreled with her for no reason.
I go to another girl and then,
Harboring a tear in his eyes, all suffered.

But today the wind drives the evil clouds,
You're left with another - perhaps it is better.
So why in his caressing rowan,
You're sad at the sight of cranes flock.

I know I believe that I love you strong,
Though at times, and you kiss another.
You come back and will be until dawn,
Accompany with you this Indian summer.

The original song was written in 1965 by Paul Gubarev (08.03.1950-10.03.2009)