Текст песни Михайло Хома - Листопад

Doschі bagranі Listopad
Pauline prismak on the lips,
I called radіst to mock
Ale priyshla chomus Zhurba.
That let me just nap'yusya shte
Іz chashі divnoї Pori
Vzhe vіdlitіli Bili geese,
Pick lіta kolori.

Leaf fall, falling leaves -
Longtime zgadka have slovі,
Yak farewell sloza,
Yak Echo of lyubovі.
Leaf fall, leaf,
Tobi I am not allowed to,
Priletіvshi at the garden,
Instead of my share.

Sadi zakutanі in bagryantsі,
Not vіdguknesh - no vіdguknus,
In Listopadova Dances
Mi chomus ruin.
W ostannіmi leaflets garden
Vіddalenіli I i ti,
Doschі bagryanі Listopad
Vzhe us mozhut vіdnayti.

Leaf fall, falling leaves -
Longtime zgadka have slovі,
Yak farewell sloza,
Yak Echo of lyubovі.
Leaf fall, leaf,
Tobi I am not allowed to,
Priletіvshi at the garden,
Instead of my share.