Текст песни Автограф - 12.Старинная баллада

(L.Gutkin-M.Pushkina)
 Wind looked to my home
Tired of playing dry foliage
He asked for the night and the heat
Autumn garden lit
 Crimson autumn garden
     Lit

Here's my unexpected guest
He sat down by the fire
And what happened centuries
Tycho began his speech

I've seen your region
Heather there have not bloomed
The edge and the empty goal
Drives the night trouble
Flocks of crows
Wind Whispers

I've seen your region
The younger brother was a war
In his native land
Believe gossip
With the betrayal of you in relationship
Wind Whispers

I heard the sound of bowls
The beauty that you have been waiting for
The elder brother met
Bought love crown
Silk and ring
Wind Whispers

I heard the sound of bowls
It is late at night
Friends remembered thee
You always lucky
The face is not seen evil
Wind Whispers

Wind warmed my dozed off
Maybe he told me
Somewhere beyond the far side of the river
Autumn garden lit
Crimson garden lit stranger

Alien crown shone
I went drunken feast
Nobody in the region did not call Heather
I did not send a messenger to me