Текст песни Александр Маршал и Любаша - я все листья подберу...

The leaves of the tree fell,
I said your eyes:
- This fall.
And my eyes, bored,
Quietly replied:
- This fall.
Print a newspaper,
That takes us to the summer,
This autumn.

I pick up all the leaves,
All newspapers are sold,
All watches in the world I
I moved back.
All the rivers run backward,
Birds fly again
Again, your eyes
Ignite my eyes.

Winds blew from the north,
And love sits and smokes -
This autumn.
I was watching the evening
And me you have not noticed -
This autumn.
I see all the signs,
Do not come back over the summer -
This autumn.

I pick up all the leaves,
All newspapers are sold,
All watches in the world I
I moved back.
All the rivers run backward,
Birds fly again
Again, your eyes
Ignite my eyes.