Текст песни Андрей Макаревич - Я снова жду осенних холодов

Again, I'm waiting autumn frosts,
I think they already blew,
And autumn begins in July
Sudden withering gardens.
We did not notice that we were deceived, -
Blinded in caves cities.

And it will be the path of a closed line,
On the one that has the property of a circle,
Slowly, ever further apart.
And now I do not hear my voice,
And it seems that we shared a blizzard,
And no one will go home.

And that scream no one turn,
And do not bring water to the wounded,
From this water goes to the bottom of the well,
Leave as a divination woes -
It will go to the bottom and never come back.

I am a seven-man again -
One cold field at sunrise,
And foot long, long snow
And I go on about the coming summer,
Flowering gardens, river floods.
But the white winter in the white light.