Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Тебя я встретил поздней осенью..

Thee I met in late autumn,
And the conversation was about nothing.
Tramp-wind climbed to our hair,
He whispered something about her.
You said that we have nothing to wait for,
Though known then and could not,
With the pain of separation stone thrown
We flew in from around the corner.

You're far away from me
In yubchonke plaid.
You're far away from me,
How to sail in the blue waves.
You're far away from me,
Separated we are eternal.
You're far away from me,
Happiness was in his hands.

And I went over the sea of ​​separation,
And salt alarms me burned language
But while all yanked out of the hands:
Girl, fall, sweet moment.
But one day, many years later,
Amid the palms and sultry bustle
I remembered you in the confusion of the day,
Your eyes, your features.

You're far away from me
In yubchonke plaid.
You're far away from me,
How to sail in the blue waves.
You're far away from me,
Separated we are eternal.
You're far away from me,
Happiness was in his hands.