Текст песни Злищев А. - Сегодня осень хороводит...

Today the fall dance,
Pale cloudy horizon.
In the eye of the needle passes
My habitual sadness.

I inhale this fall greedily.
I'm burning like this old maples.
You fell out of love. Well, okay.
I myself have not a drop of no love.

And you look tired
Without these timid trembling eyes.
Love is only the beginning,
But this story is not about us.

And I wander blind eyes
For the neck, lips ...
Nothing touches the poet,
Nothing is beyond words.

Only the fall dance,
Drops old maple leaves.
Love comes and goes,
As an express train on the platform.

Alexander Zlischev & quot; Today, Fall Round Dance & quot;