Текст песни Олег Шак - Перед листопадом

BEFORE Listopad
( Andrei Tarkovsky )

All dispersed. In parting, he left
Frightened yellow foliage outside the window ,
That left me very little
The rustle of autumn in my house .

Dropped summer cold needle
From hands numb silence
And zapropalo in the dark behind a shelf ,
For a mouse with plaster walls .

If we assume we start , I do not have the right to
Even on the fire outside.
True , more scatters gravel
Under careful of her heel .

There, in zaokonnom alarming ease,
Out of my life , and property ,
The yellow and blue , and red - on what it
My Memory ? That she 's my daughter ?