Текст песни Ирина Круг - Первая осень разлуки

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

x2:
The cup of trouble is full
Will only hands hold
First fall alone
The first fall of separation

I wander the rooms empty
Where did your voice live not long ago
Where he talked with me about the main thing
And now, as if the house was frozen

x2:
The cup of trouble is full
Will only hands hold
First fall alone
The first fall of separation

And, involuntarily, the whole world fell silent
The world kept by me and you
A world lit by our love
Sanctified by God for two

x2:
The cup of trouble is full
Will only hands hold
First fall alone
The first fall of separation