Текст песни Ирина Круг- Первая осень разлуки - Минусовка

On the autumn streets of Tverskoy
Flocks of yellow leaves fly by
Like pages of scorched letters
Thrown by your city

The chalice of trouble is full, only will your hands hold
The first autumn alone, the first autumn of separation

The chalice of trouble is full, only will your hands hold
The first autumn alone, the first autumn of separation

I wander through empty rooms
Where did your voice live recently?
Where he talked to me about the main thing
And now it's like the house has frozen

The chalice of trouble is full, only will your hands hold
The first autumn alone, the first autumn of separation

The chalice of trouble is full, only will your hands hold
The first autumn alone, the first autumn of separation

And involuntarily the whole world fell silent
Peace kept by me and you
A world ignited by our love
Lit by god for two

The chalice of trouble is full, only will your hands hold
The first autumn alone, the first autumn of separation

The chalice of trouble is full, only will your hands hold
The first autumn alone, the first autumn of separation